The Butterfly

It waltzed right in from the window,
And fluttered around in the hall,
Then it settled on the curtain,
That was hanging against the wall.

For a little while it stayed still,
Before it came to life again ,
It flew around the living room,
Then back towards the window pane.

Two seconds more it hovered round,
And then it finally flew out ,
Again through the open window,
And it was gone without a doubt.