All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.

You have to get the butterflies to fly in formation, that's the trick.

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.

Prizes are like butterflies, colorful butterflies that fly away. I don't believe in prizes much.