There is a little moth
Dancing on the window
Tiny little wings
Fluttering to flamenco
Turning on it’s own
Stamping round the holes
I think this moth’s a schizophrenic
It’s playing both the roles
Tag: Dancing
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The road was long and bright
The sun she flowed so proud
Glistening on the metallic grey
That vroomed past the crowd
The music filled the air
Un chanson debonair
The passengers chuckling
And dancing quite au faire
The atmosphere got thick
Filled with all this love
The tiny little particles
Glowed, glistened and shone
How wonderful this moment
Shared between these two
Mummy and her little girl
The perfect roadtrip crew
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