Butterflies take flight,
when danger is in sight.
So, when day turns into night,
I pray with all my might
that the butterflies aren’t right



You cant teach an old dog new tricks
And most dogs are only concerned
About their sticks. 
No fear of ticks  
Or fleas
So I’ll flee
From your disease 
I’ll be the moth that flew away from
The flame
Cuz in the end you’re just the same
As the others and it’s a shame
That you’re an old dog I can’t tame.