"Why, my sweet little weenie," the fake Santy Moth lied,
"There's a light on this lamp that won't light on one side.
So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear.
I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the weenie. Then he patted his head,
And he got him a drink, and he sent Mothman to bed.