In the dead of night, under a darkened sky,
Mothman's on the prowl, with a glowing eye,
Wings spread wide, he's on a mission so fierce,
Delivering pizza with a spine-chilling pierce.
Mothman's Midnight Pizza, straight from the dark,
A slice of terror, leaving its mark,
Cheese that melts with a scream so loud,
Mothman's coming, fear the shroud.
Pepperoni eyes, crust of doom,
Flying through the night, in the pale moon's gloom,
From Point Pleasant, to your door,
Mothman's pizza leaves you wanting more.
Mothman's Midnight Pizza, straight from the dark,
A slice of terror, leaving its mark,
Cheese that melts with a scream so loud,
Mothman's coming, fear the shroud.
So when you're hungry, and the clock strikes twelve,
Call Mothman's Pizza, where the nightmares dwell,
A midnight snack, from the shadowy beast,
Mothman's pizza, a cryptid feast.