Every time the warm sunshine
Breaks through the leaden grey
It shines upon her delicate wings
And there she does safely stay
Until, she flexes her fragile frame
And decides to be very brave,
Then her beauty is revealed
By the way she does behave.
She dances around, yet alone
Amongst blood-red poppy flowers
And makes, although unaware,
Smiles peep between the bowers,
For then it is that some mice
And other creatures small
Dare to show themselves
And watch her give her all.
So happy are they to see
Such a pleasant show
That they often visit those poppies
As she makes their hearts glow.