My Caterpillar (Изгнанник)

I once 'ad a cattypillar come t'live with me,
We was both the best of friends as ever there c'd be.
He'd wiggle "round upon the ground, he'd smile an' shake my paw.
An' every time that 1 went out, stop in an* guard my door.

But men one time when I returned I cried out "Lack a day!"
My little cattypiilar, he had left an' gone away.
An' there upon my mantelpiece a butterfly I saw,
Far too proud to speak to me, he flew right out the door.

Colored bright in warm sunlight, that creature winged away,
I've never found my cattypillar to this very day.
Which makes me say unto myself, now I am old and wise,
I do like cattypillars, but I can't stand butterflies!