Fireflies

Fireflies Last night my son and I went out under the stars And in our arms we carried mason jars With holes cut in the top of the lids We went out to act like little kids Catching Lighting bugs in the air Chasing them here and there And if we were lucky to catch a few The lid of the jar came unscrewed We waited to see that blinking light That seems to light up the entire night Back and forth we covered the yard Cause catching them was so very hard Oh what a sight we must have been To crazy kids walking around like hens But who cares that the neighbors think My mental capacity isn’t on the blink It’s what my son wanted to do And I was all but willing to carry it through It was a fun night out and we had a blast Catching Fireflies is a real gas