Man Of The Moth Poem by Ima Ryma

Just passing by, I saw the light,
And sure enough, there full of sheet,
A mothing mother caught my sight.
So, what the heck! - give him a treat.
I guess I was the first to land.
'Hi Tortricidae, ' he did call,
A term I did not understand.
Humans give weird names, all in all.
A National Moth Week there tiz.
Guess there's nothing better to do.
Well, I gotta get on with my biz.
So off into the night I flew.

We moths talk about, tongue in cheek,
Having National Human Week.