We met over sparkle, in Callopee’s dark,
You smiled at me and took my hand,
I followed you closely, your key to my heart,
Powder fell about you.
And I sing to the butterflies at midnight, my dear,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
‘Lo the parsnips may grow and the spice must flow,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
We spent the day splanking, the meadow’s new light,
I kissed you and showed you my pickle.
You laughed with delight, and said: “Oh, no, my dear,”
“The Powder is my one true love.”
And I sing to the butterflies at midnight, my dear,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
‘Lo the parsnips may grow and the spice must flow,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
You grew your tomatoes, Dosfan Vex was home,
I petted the piggies until they smiled.
You said: “Let’s go mine,” but I knew that you wanted,
To crush more sparkle into powder.
And I sing to the butterflies at midnight, my dear,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
‘Lo the parsnips may grow and the spice must flow,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
That night when you leapt, o’er the balcony we kept,
I yelled “Triple bounce, use your spinach!”
But you looked back to me, and smiled as you fell,
“I can’t, for No-No is my love.”
And I sing to the butterflies at midnight, my dear,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
‘Lo the parsnips may grow and the spice must flow,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
Where you had fallen, a spice tree now grows,
A stone to Lem now marks your passage.
Some nights I find, a note left behind,
It reads: “Make sure to mine the sparkle.”
And I sing to the butterflies at midnight, my dear,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.
‘Lo the parsnips may grow and the spice must flow,
I sing to the butterflies at midnight.