Billy's plagued by worries
  That revolve around the ghosts of worms.
He also fears the aliens
  And men in black suits from law firms.

His days and nights are full of thoughts
  Of fights and floodlit altercations.
He spends a lot of time discussing
  Traps with former mental patients,

Scheming dreams and plotting plans
  With many twists and turns and knots,
Blackboards full of maths all part
  Of plots to trap the spectral moths

Who fly around the light bulbs
  Late at night, and when they lose a shoe
In flight you'll see their feet
  With toes and toenails sometimes painted blue.

They frighten cats and dogs and bats
  And evil-minded frogs who hide
Behind decaying logs to catch
  Small birds who'll make a frightened bride

For some unwilling groom,
  A captured rat who says he'd rather marry
Someone very hairy who is
  Twice as mean as Dirty Harry.

These evil frogs are scared of moths
  With mouths displaying teeth as sharp
As razors. Their incisors make a sound
  Like strings plucked on a harp.

They'll smile and teeth will glisten
  In the moonlight and their eyes will glow.
Listen and you'll hear them whisper
  Lines by Edgar Allan Poe.

Billy says he caught a moth
  Beneath a pot upon a path.
He re-assured the creature
  That he only sought to have a chat.

The moth at first was vicious
  And his little voice was full of venom.
He became loquacious after
  Billy said he'd bag and bin him.

The moth related tales of
  Derring-do and herring who have ears
And super-herring hearing
  And a never-ending stream of tears.

He spoke of eerie places
  That are always under starry skies,
Where flies set fire to flowers
  And where silence is a scary noise.

The moth said he'd take Billy
  To a place where people's faces glowed,
Where roads were made of water
  And where heavy traffic always flowed.

Billy let the moth out
  But it got away and disappeared,
And then he felt defeated
  As the other moths clapped hands and cheered.