Going Downhill Fast - The Divine Comedy

One butterfly

Spies a glint in his eye

Birds sing as he cycles by

Oh!

Why should he feel sad?

This world’s not so bad, and besides

Woe betide he who would frown

When natural beauty abounds

And now with wheels spinning free

He’s picking up speed

Two butterflies

Tie knots in his stomach

They love it when he goes too fast

Wind whistles past

Whilst oceans of air

That will mess up his hair

Though he no longer cares any more

For overindulgence and vanity

Vacuous vice

Just once or twice

Thrice

Four times in five we forget we’re alive

And neglect to remind ourselves

Three butterflies

Realize when it’s time to depart

They have tickled his ribs

They have fluttered his heart

But the starting is easy compared to the stop

And the bottom is hard when compared to the top