Lazily flying

Over the flower-decked prairies, West;

Basking in sunshine till daylight is dying,

And resting all night on Asclepias’ breast;

Joyously dancing,

Merrily prancing,

Chasing his lady-love high in the air,

Fluttering gaily,

Frolicking daily.

Free from anxiety, sorrow, and care!

—C. V. Riley.