“Hey, bloody butterfly,

why do you slyly fly

into my silly poetry?”

“Ill-bred one, I am not bloody,

Watch out, the erratic etymology,

lest you dish out banality

and call it fine poetry~

I am free, airy, empty,

fused into perfect symmetry,

and well, I am

ideal for human poetry

as you can clearly see,

without any microscopes,

the great genetic tree!”