One night I dreamed that I was dead

A butterfly flew into my head

"How do ya do" she said

"I'm an angel"

She said no more, she said no less

I said "can you get me out of this mess

If you can well then I guess you must be an angel"



But then a worm crawled up my nose

And said to the butterfly "I suppose

You think because of your beautiful clothes

You're an angel"



Well the butterfly smm-iled a knowing smile

And said "a miss is as good as a mile

Nothing on earth can cramp the style of an angel"



Then the worm said "I'm not satisfied

And if you'll kindly step outside

In a civilised way we can soon decide who's an angel"

Well I was turnin' in my grave

The worm began to rant and rave

And the butterfly did not behave like an angel



Then I awoke and found them gone

I looked at the trees and the morning sun

and wondered if the worm had won or the angel

It's not every day you see the light

But after such a restless night

I knew that only a worm could fight an angel