ONE MORE FOR TINTIN

Cutting a cauliflower,
My mother found a caterpillar,

Screaming with fright,
Her saucer went for a flight

Walking by her side,
With all my might,
I picked up the caterpillar

On a green cauliflower leaf,
It felt bright,

Dainty but shiny,
It gleamed in daylight

Weeks passed,
It is now a butterfly,

Fluttering its wings,
It sits on my fingertip,

Ready for a flight,
I bid her goodbye.