Moth (moe.)

Somewhere between the plastic dog-eared Flaps of the kitchen screen door Rests a little gypsy moth Who got burned out from the war It was a big one - the war that is It was a Sunday afternoon The gypsy was held a prisoner by the Screen door from the moon Somewhere between the dog food and the Moth in the kitchen screen door I fell in love with a gypsy So I signed up for the war She was a big one - the moth that is She was the size of a baby raccoon I pulled down the plastic prison walls And we danced in the light of the moon She knows nothing at all about life She knows everything about living She knows nothing at all about life She knows everything about living She looped and swirled and dove and twirled In a dance and celebration We'd won the war of the kitchen screen door And the gypsy's liberation It was a big one - the victory And the sun gave way to the moon We got drunk and she thanked me And then we drank all afternoon Somewhere between the back porch And the yellowy light of the moon Waits a widow weaving wonders On a Sunday night in June She was a big one - the spider that is And she never even batted an eye When the gypsy flew into her web and I thought You know sometimes it might be difficult To walk a straight line when you're Half in the bag and three sheets to the Wind so to speak, but to fly? She knows nothing at all about life She knows everything about living She knows nothing at all about life She knows everything about living (Jam) She knows nothing at all about life She knows everything about living She knows nothing at all about life She knows everything about living She knows nothing at all about life She knows everything about living She knows nothing at all about life She knows everything about living