Write a poem about a butterfly bursting from his cocoon and the first thing he sees is pizza. Talk about the brilliant colors of the pizza and how good it looks. End with the flying off in search of his own pizza.
system
Write a poem about a butterfly bursting from his cocoon and the first thing he sees is pizza. Talk about the brilliant colors of the pizza and how good it looks. End with the flying off in search of his own pizza.
user
I, the butterfly, burst from my cocoon 
I didn't know it would be so soon
I'm ready to fly, tired but well
And then - oh hey, what's that smell?!

That's when I see it, so cheesy
Greasy and good, I know it will feed me
A yellow bright pizza right on the table
A younger me thought it a fable.

I see the bright peppers, gorgeous and green
I see the turkey, cooked right and lean
I flap my wings and soar to the sky
To get one more look at the good pizza pie.

Before I can eat it, before I can munch
The humans sit down for a big pizza lunch.
And then, just then, in the blink of an eye
There's nothing left for this sad butterfly.

I soar to the skies, take off to the trees
I'll find a pizza myself, one that will please
A butterfly like I, new to the planet
My pizza will be perfect, I command it. 
assistant
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<|user|>
Write a poem about a butterfly bursting from his cocoon and the first thing he sees is pizza. Talk about the brilliant colors of the pizza and how good it looks. End with the flying off in search of his own pizza.</s>
<|assistant|>
I, the butterfly, burst from my cocoon 
I didn't know it would be so soon
I'm ready to fly, tired but well
And then - oh hey, what's that smell?!

That's when I see it, so cheesy
Greasy and good, I know it will feed me
A yellow bright pizza right on the table
A younger me thought it a fable.

I see the bright peppers, gorgeous and green
I see the turkey, cooked right and lean
I flap my wings and soar to the sky
To get one more look at the good pizza pie.

Before I can eat it, before I can munch
The humans sit down for a big pizza lunch.
And then, just then, in the blink of an eye
There's nothing left for this sad butterfly.

I soar to the skies, take off to the trees
I'll find a pizza myself, one that will please
A butterfly like I, new to the planet
My pizza will be perfect, I command it. </s>
