No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,/ No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, - November!

They were birds they weren't butterflies.

They were birds - they weren't butterflies.

Butterflies are not insects,' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers.

It was my uncle who taught me about the birds and the bees. He sat me down one day and said, 'Remember this, George, the birds fuck the bees.' Then he told me he once banged a girl so hard her freckles came off.

Bees love nectar not flowers.