You have to get the butterflies to fly in formation, that's the trick.

All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.

I have butterflies in my stomach, but at least they're all flying in formation.

Prizes are like butterflies, colorful butterflies that fly away. I don't believe in prizes much.

That's good stuff, huh? The trick is staying there.

Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart.