When I was a little-little boy
I asked my mammy: why?

With tears in her eye
she looked strictly
to the sky
and said:
Don't you see
the butterfly,
over there, very high?

Years after years past by
and I still don't know
if somewhere exists,
that colored-flying-magic
or it's just a sincere-marvelous
mother's-truly-lie.


Kfar-sava, 8-Aug-97