Bouncing round my room was a sad little thing
A disabled old insect with only one wing
Staring closer at the moth
I saw a top hat it did doff
And a smile as she started to sing:

“Howdy stranger, don’t pity me
For I am filled with unwavering glee
I’m lacking a limb
But I’ve an immovable grin
Making me prettier than a butterfly or three”