Who am i What am i i have wings that let me fly and soar through the starry nights but i do not match the glow As my wings are always low im attracted to the light but i cannot ever show any and thats not up to me i may not be as pretty as you But i can do the same things too I am not a butterfly, i am a moth yes that may mean i look different But im just the same I wont ever be lame you could paint me if youd like Or shove me into a jar and bring me to show and tell to make everyone know the ugly creature you had spiked You could crunch me with your shoe after the loo if that made you feel better no need to clean with a cloth I will apologise for ever looking your way and say sorry of how im ever so sorry for not being a butterfly, but a moth