The Bluebird and the Butterfly

Mine befriended, I saw the robin fly
With his red breast.
He was loved of all.
He flew within the Kingdom's walls
And his acolytes were many.
For many watched him float from beam to beam.

Yet I, I called for you while in pain,
My songs of the Bluebird an American song.
I, the Bluebird,
Of the same genus as that common bird,
Am found in the woods with my special house
Made for me, so the raven's beak can not wet my blue dawn.
The Robin and the Butterfly did battle
At the park; I was the trickster
Who chatted ill in mocking song---
For I could no violence do to you.

Thou butterfly, fly into the air.
The Bluebird eats mosquitos;
So said the Ulrich
Whom I taught of Achilles shield---
The parasitic flies, does the Bluebird eat.---
Of peace, it is on Achilles' shield,
And the slaying of the Lion
By the Shepherd in the field.
And the sacraments of peace
Were dawned on that famed hero's
Hoplon, which in its circle did give justice to the war.
Know I? I fluttered to the Earth,
Though the Robin eats my portions---
He one day migrates to the South of Hell.
And one day I with my raiment dawning
Shall drink from Salvation's well.