Poetry
- Hey finger,
  why are you sad?


- I did nothing.


- What were you
   supposed to do?


- Something that
   would make me happy.


- What does one do
   to make oneself happy?


- I don't know,
  that's why I'm sad
- Hey finger,
   would like to
   be a a butterfly?


- Yes, for a while.


- Would you like a fly?


- Yes.


- A whole lot?


- I'd like to be buttery yellow
  for a while