Miss Marcella Moth,

    Quite early one June,

Came out in the evening

    In the light of the moon.


She flittered and fluttered

    In the moon’s silver glow

Then fluttered some more

    And then where did she go?


Well, she saw in the distance

    The glow of a light,

It’s bright golden beam

    Shining into the night.

So Miss Marcella Moth,

    Thinking she would explore,

Flew up to this house

    And went in through the door.


She flittered and fluttered

    By the light’s golden ray,

But her wings touched the light

    And she cried in dismay.


With one very burnt wing

    She quite soon disappeared

Saying: "I'll stay in my garden.

    It's safer out here."


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