The happy moth flies round and again
He edges closer to the flame
The moth will never be tame
Unlike his friends he never gets singed
On skill his life has hinged
Or so that's what he claims
His daring has become his fame
On it for years he's binged
He just flies around and around
Mesmerized by the light
His limit has never been found
He gives others quite a fright
The know his luck has to end
The burns will never mend.
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