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Miss Marcella Moth,

     Quite early one June,
Came out in the evening

      In the light of the moon.

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She flitted and fluttered

     In the moon’s silver glow,
Then fluttered some more

     And then where did she go?

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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.

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She flitted and fluttered

     By the light’s golden ray,
But her wings touched the light

     And she cried in dismay.

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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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