What Kind of Fool?

Perfection

Were perfection like a butterfly,
As short-lived as flowers in spring,
Why for it would one struggle and die,
Were perfection like a butterfly
And as transient as a single sigh?
What kind of fool would its praises sing
Were perfection like a butterfly
As short-lived as flowers in spring?

What kind of fool after he had seen you
Says, “perfection is all in the mind?”
What sort of fool could hold it true?
What kind of fool after he had seen you
Says “the truth for me is not so for you”
Or “good is subjective, I think you will find”
What kind of fool after he had seen you
Says, “perfection is all in the mind?”