Neil Bartram - The Butterfly lyrics

{ALVIN} "A Neat Career". A story about Thomas (ALVIN gives the pages to THOMAS.) {THOMAS} ...Okay (THOMAS begins, not quite understanding ALVIN's choice of story.) My college application required a sample of my writing - a short story - and I had nothing. I'd been writing things down for years, but nothing resembled an actual story - so, in a panic, I went to find Alvin at the store to tell me what to do {ALVIN} (As he's working, shelving books etc.) There's gotta be thousands of stories in that head of yours, Tom, just pick one and write it down! {THOMAS} So, I... picked one and wrote it down. Three hundred and fifty words, amounting to, I suspected, a pile of crap. So, I decided to read it to Alvin, and let him decide if it was any good at all "The bu*terfly", by Thomas Weaver {ALVIN} "The bu*terfly"? {THOMAS} Yeah In a far-off land There lived a beautiful bu*terfly In a kingdom full of blossom-covered trees And, winding through this paradise A river danced along And played with the constant summer breeze {ALVIN} Keep going {THOMAS} The bu*terfly found a tiny branch at the riverside And watched the water rushing who knows where Carefully, he sheltered from the power of the breeze For surely it could toss him through the air I'm a bu*terfly, he said Trivial and small And, in the greater scheme of things I don't mean much at all So I'll flap my wings to stretch myself And just enjoy the view I'm a bu*terfly What more can I do? One afternoon, the bu*terfly asked the river "Madam, what makes you hurry so? What splended destination are you rippling toward? Where, oh where, do you go?" The river said, "I'm heading for the ocean And the summer breeze inspires me to race My friend, you'd love the ocean! It's remarkable to see Won't you join our friendly chase?" "I'm a bu*terfly," he said "Trivial and small And, in the greater scheme of things I don't mean much at all So I flap my wings to stretch myself And just enjoy the view I'm a bu*terfly What more can I do?" So the bu*terfly, he dreamed of the ocean He longed to flutter high above the seas But there are dangers in the sky For a tiny bu*terfly So, from his branch, he asked a question of the breeze: "What makes you chase the river towards the ocean?" Then the breeze told him a most amazing thing: "I'm simply made up of the currents in the air That start from the movement of your wing Your tiny wing You're a bu*terfly, my friend! Powerful and strong! And I'm grateful for the way You've always hurried me along When you flap your wings to stretch yourself It might seem small to you But you change the world With everything you do!" So he stretched his wings, and took off From the safety of his tree And the bu*terfly Finally saw the sea