Eacles lemairei

A moth called Eacles lemairei does play. With wings so grand and colors bright, It dances in the moon's soft light. A name so long, it's hard to say. But don't you worry, my little friend, We'll learn about it till the end. With patterns bold, like stars at night. Its wings, a work of art, you see, A masterpiece for all to see. Among the trees, it loves to roam. With grace and beauty, it takes to flight, A gentle creature, so pure and light. With wings that flutter in the air. Eacles lemairei, a treasure to behold, In Brazil's land, where stories are told. Random page: Ucd.ie