Not even once, the contest spoke,
’Tis only B through Z.
So here’s my bold, ingenious stroke
to write with bright esprit.
Honestly, let’s recognize,
this exploit could be fun:
We’ll focus first on butterflies
humming ‘round the midnight sun…
Such sublime melodies bewitch
removing stressful thoughts,
Colorful wings seek to enrich
repose your mind once sought.
Don’t get too close, for but one sigh
Will crush their winged vision.
Indulge your mind, detoxify,
Lose your inhibition…
Now, there it is, my noble bid
for this odd contest’s prize:
Desult’ry musings of my id
‘bout songs of butterflies!
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