The Firefly

Behold the lovely fireflies
With blinkers on they’re racing
Around the bush as twilight dies
The pretty girls they’re chasing
With beating heart she picks him out
His blinking flashers regnant
He sees her and he wants to shout
And get her quickly pregnant
Alas he never makes the claim
Though still she waits and lingers
For children, who are not to blame
Have put him on their fingers
But not to worry, lovely lass
The fireflies are swarming
Someone will find you in the grass
The summer night is warming
And yet we come to understand
That life was meant to nestle
Caressed in a warm angel’s hand
Where fireflies are special