I haven't got the second stanza anywhere near right yet, but I like the idea in this poem, which would probably have a multitude of colourful butterflies dancing the jig.
Magic in the Garden
Splodges and blodges
a phantasmagoria of hues
decorate the toadstool caps
spider thread strands
hang from the eves
where raindrops dangle
captivated, scared to drop
A gentle breeze teases
tinkles from the bells of flowers
as glamourous butterfly Lady Lucile
demonstrates dancing
The Swallowtail Jig.
This was such a fun prompt. And you address it in a way that never occurred to me–with flare.