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We’re all out here this evening
in a clearing we now stand
When comes a little lightening bug
and lands atop my hand

It’s just as I imagined,
but what I can't define
Is why this tiny insect seems
to be without its shine

“Please tell me Mr. Firefly,
where is your golden light?
Sunset is upon us now
and soon it will be night

We’re gathered now to see a show,
here on the lawn we wait
Your little sparkles on the sky,
before it is too late

Just like a million diamonds
in the darkness while you play
Floating on the summer breeze
through branches as they sway

Those luminescent patterns
that we find within your glow
Fluttering about the night
I really want to know?”

While waiting on its answer
just up ahead I spied
A bunch of lights now flickering
and then the bug replied

“All that I can tell you is,
if a show you came to see
You’ll have to watch it as you scream
you see, I am a bee”

OUCH!