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!!”
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