crashfourit

My Butterfly By Crashfourit, Copyright 2007 [Chorus] My butterfly, my butterfly, my butterfly Come fly with me. My butterfly, my butterfly, my butterfly Come fly with me. In to the sunset We shall fly My Butterfly Come fly with me. To the twilight We shall go My Butterfly Come fly with me. 'Till the sun sets On our lives My Butterfly Come fly with me. [Chorus] Through the hurricane We may fly My Butterfly Come fly with me. Through the hail storm We may fly My Butterfly Come fly with me. We shall persevere Through the gale storm My Butterfly Come fly with me. [Chorus]

Memories James, Rachel, Madelin, Jenny, Brad, and Tuck were sitting in front of the Jenny's house just hanging out. There was relatively little traffic going by her house. The lawn was freshly mowed by guess who: Jenny.  Not only did her mom, Dr. Wakeman, made her to save the world, but to mow the lawn. She even has a built in mower. She was still picking out the grass clippings from herself after a few minuets. She procrastinated mowing the lawn until it was about a half a foot high, nonetheless, to her mother's displeaser. "I hate mowing the lawn. Now I have to get a triple wash and wax." James sympathized with her, "I know the feeling. I