now somewhere between the plastic dog eared flaps of the kitchen screen door rests a little gypsy moth it got burned out from the war it was a big one the war that is it was a sunday afternoon the gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon now somewhere between the dog food and the moth in the kitchen screen door i fell in love with the gypsy so i signed up for the war it 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 well she knows nothing at all about life now she knows everything about living she knows nothing at all about life yeah she knows everything about living she dipped and swirled and dove and twirled and danced in celebration we 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 well we got drunk and she thanked me and then we drank all afternoon now somewhere between the back porch and the yellowed light of the moon waits a widow even wonders on a sunday night in june it was a big one the spider that is and she never even batted an eye the gypsy flew into her web and i thought you know sometimes it might be difficult to walk the street blind when you re half in the bag and three sheets to the wind so to speak but to fly 