The moths of Sunset alley,
Decided to conduct a rally,
Aganist the lights of the Lieutenant's house.
How odd was it to see a flurry of wings fly!

Timmy with his nets,
Try to catch some for his marble bets.
But Lieutenant's wife outside,
Waiting to provoke the pesky winged menace.

Some found shelter in the poor man's house,
While rest lay waiting to be picked by ants.

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