Mother wants to catch a beautiful butterfly br To put on in my pink dress br And bring me to stroll down the street br br My Mother chases and chases br Until a butterfly br Is in caught my mother’s clever hands br But I am always swaying br Frightening the butterfly br So that when she moves, her wing is either too long this way br Or too short that way br If mother has to relax her hands br Butterfly flies away quickly br br Mother wants me to be an obedient child br I stand still and move less br Finally, mother catches br A big beautiful butterfly br That becomes a bow tie on my pink dress br And our stroll beginsbr br Hsiu Leebr br