We’re rigged up,
Nets, storage boards, pins, death bottles, cyanide.
Identification books.
All that is needed for the great hunt.
A family of lepidopterists.
Through all types of terrains, weather,
Geographies & ecologies.
On the hunt for rare & beautiful, colourful specimens.
Butterflies, moths – mainly.
Beetles, other insects.
Cowans, nets flailing.
Hunters, Collectors.
Extra:
I have no idea why, but this song reminds me of our butterfly adventures.
365 Short Memories 
your kidding with the Peter Paul and Mary ??? the only thing i can remember about music in the early years was either reel to reel black sabbath or 8 track led zeppelin all played to death by my older hippie brother
hehehe.
Do you remember hunting butterflies? Catching them and putting masks on as we put them in the “death bottles”. I think it was some sort of cyanide in the bottles – whatever it was it was more dangerous than the dry ice that was in the big ice-cream bags.
I almost put Iron Butterfly’s big hit – In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida – into this post.