(O, butterfly, butterfly, just settle down,
And if you do, I'll show you around.
I'll make you some coffee, I'll write you a rhyme
If you'll stop bouncing around all of the time.
There's deeds to be done and words to be wrote,
But that won't happen, if my hands are at your throat.
O bee of my mind, going this way and that,
Go meditate! Get focused! Or I swear, you're going splat!)
There. Maybe that'll help. Time for caffeine!