Butterfly and Pollywog

A purple butterfly set down
beside a pollywog —
Who reproached her for encroaching
upon a growing frog,

He looked into her tiny eyes
with curiosity,
Then looked in vain with much disdain
at this atrocity…

For butterflies in gardens flit
to rest among the flowers —
Not on logs with pollywogs
to pass the summer hours!

A strange but lovely butterfly
the pollywog did think,
But did she know he soon would grow
and eat her in a wink?

He thought a while what he could do
to save the naïve creature,
And was glad to spy the lily pad
who surely would beseech her

So with a gesture of his tail,
he called the lily close
And bade the butterfly goodbye —
with a nudge and, adios!

The moral of this story is
quite simple, you will find:
You must always trust your heart —
The best choice is -- be kind!