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Book 20 Page 37
flying to the light.
Squiggly death defying circles in a;
squiggly death defying plight.
O little moth!
donít fly to the light bulb so close,
or else youíll finish up
a fried up little moth-y ghost.
But round and round in a circle he goes
like a teddy bear.
One step / two step,
into the burning snare.
Frizzle - frat - Zap,
Now the little moth is gone.
Poor little moth got caught up in this
ancient sexual phenomenon.
And here comes another,
heís headed for the same Karma.
And if he doesnít watch out heís ganna finish up in the same
moth-y Zig - Zagging squiggly drama.
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