At bedtime, we saw a moth
As everybody knows
Moths are very fond of
Eating holes in your best clothes
My husband was very cross, full of wrath
When he was dive-bombed by a moth
He tried to end both their troubles
Thinking one less moth was no world-shattering loss
But, I thought, though never taught,
A moth must have a mother
Children, and parents
Maybe a sister and a brother
Luckily, for me, so it seems
I soon fell asleep
No abstract worry
Could keep me from my dreams.
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