Moth

A moths flight path is erratic It flits from place to place First it’s on your ceiling Then it’s dive bombing your face It hits its head on lightbulbs Even though they’re really hot Killing off the the few brain cells I’m not even sure they’ve got And when you turn your light out It’s like its wings have been turned off It sits there looking innocent A well behaved, calm moth But if you dare to touch the switch And make your room aglow The moth just can’t quite help himself... “The moth and his break dance show!!”