Poor Butterfly 'neath The Blossoms Waiting;

Poor Butterfly, For She Loved Him So.

The Moments Pass Into Hours, The Hours Pass Into Years,

And As She Smiles Through Her Tears, She Murmers Low,

"The Moon And I Know That He'll Be Faithful;

I'm Sure He'll Come Back, By And By.

But If He Don't Come Back, Then I Never Sigh Or Cry--

I Just Must Die." Poor Butterfly.