The butterfly from flower to flower 
 The urchin chas?d; and, when at last 
He caught it in my lady?s bower, 
 He cried, ?Ha, ha!? and held it fast. 
 
Awhile he laugh?d, but soon he wept, 
 When looking at the prize he?d caught 
He found he had to ruin swept 
 The very glory he had sought