Pretty little butterflies upon the night breeze
Tiny sweet baby moths upon the wind that freeze
Friendly little night insects upon the grass and trees
Fluttering, like fairies, come to the night-lamp while I read
Delicate and neat lacy wings
Golds and silvers and shiny pinks
Pastel shades of blues and greens
Come to the night lamp while I read
Flimsy limbs that bring no touch
Weight or sound or none as such
Land on my hand, which I love so much
Wait near my eyelash without a rush
When the silver moon is at its peak
When the tired eyelids are leaden with sleep
When my drowsy eyes no longer can read
Whisper in my ear and wish me sweet dreams