Beautiful, Dull, Grim Moth

She moves just like the butterfly

As she flies across the room

To fly around the light up high

Though she looks like she belongs in a tomb

The butterfly has beautiful colours upon her precious wings

This fills the little moths heart with shame

She hasn't got these things

But she'll keep on dancing around the burning flame

Her heart may be sad, and her wings may be dim

But she can do one thing the over-rated butterfly can not

A skill far greater than grim

That people more than often just forgot

So as you watch the butterfly, remember this one thing

The butterfly and moth are not of the same ilk

Though the moth's colours are dim and gloomy on the wing

The moth can weave a beautiful, soft silk