Admiral Halsey notified me, he had to have a bath or he couldn't get to sleep, so I had another smoke, and I had a cup of tea. and a butterfly (butter fly?) The butter wouldn't melt, so I put it in tihe pie.

The story:

I was sticking up for Paul as a lyricist over Lennon with this I thought interesting, Psychedelic word play (The butter in the butterfly wouldn't melt, so he made a pie out of it). We got out the lyric sheet and instead it was this rather dull piece about a guy he needed a bunk, and butter that wouldn't melt.