I'm a cheerful butterfly,
whispering the tales in ears.
I blow as the wind passes beyond and
On a petal I often settle.
Touch to try and I'll sly.
I admire with gaze the feeling
of every new flower hand reveling.
But I run when I'm done and
I hide blushing in delight.
I adore when pampered
that's because I'm in my teenaged.
Learning, falling, dealing;
Growing and grooming by presuming.
I love what I'm dealing!
May be this is healing
or something I'm just dwelling.
Oh! How I cherish my teenage,
'coz I'm just a cheerful butterfly.