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Springfield Town is Butterfly Town
Here butterflies have their pony
Who can go beyond their range,
Into regions they
Consider strange.
Who can go beyond their range,
Into regions they
Consider strange.
They mount his curly
Pegasus mane
And fly past the North Pole.
Or he wings through
Smoking craters,
Emerging gay and whole.
Pegasus mane
And fly past the North Pole.
Or he wings through
Smoking craters,
Emerging gay and whole.
Only a few can cling unsinged
All the way and back
From the big sun, from the far stars
On his accustomed track.
All the way and back
From the big sun, from the far stars
On his accustomed track.
If you hear a singing butterfly
In our groves, he took the ride
And came transformed, to talk to you
And rouse your nerve and pride.
In our groves, he took the ride
And came transformed, to talk to you
And rouse your nerve and pride.
And say: “Rebuild our Springfield town
With halls all flowers and wings,
A town as spacious as the stars,
A harp with silver strings.
With halls all flowers and wings,
A town as spacious as the stars,
A harp with silver strings.
“I come to show a butterfly
Can sometimes be a bird,
And teach to you a flash of light
Can sometimes be a word,
The hieroglyphs upon his wings
The printed song he sings.
Can sometimes be a bird,
And teach to you a flash of light
Can sometimes be a word,
The hieroglyphs upon his wings
The printed song he sings.
“For butterflies have their Pegasus
To ride beyond their range
Into lands of learning
That they consider strange.
To ride beyond their range
Into lands of learning
That they consider strange.
“You write your memos on your cuff
And look at them in haste.
This aviator does not let
His wing-space go to waste.”
And look at them in haste.
This aviator does not let
His wing-space go to waste.”
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