It's night time and the moths come out to play
Even the butterfly dare not draw closer
And they say blood is thicker than water
But the chemist would beg to differ
It's the moth's time to spread his wings
Though to his kin he does meaningless things
To step up to him is outright suicide
But for that let the brave decide
The moth will stay till his satisfaction
After which he only leaves complete destruction
And those inside can only watch on
For to his reign of terror they must all conform
The caterpillars will continue to wine
They keep on telling them it'll be fine
And when that time finally dims the moth's night
He and the troops shall run from the daylight
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