He thought he could keep her down

Control her, Be her only one

Told her don’t make a sound

That was how it had begun.

Then one day she grew wings

Found out many things.

Like control isn’t love

And no one should be above

Another.

The Caterpillar had become a butterfly.

Free at last to soar

Under control never more

There he was left behind

The moral of this story my friend

Control no one or you will send

Them far, far away

Never to return.