Baby and the Firefly
One humid, dark Virginia night
Mama holding baby tight
Strolling with no light in sight
With daddy walking on her right
Suddenly to her delight
She see's a floating, flitting light
"Hello there little human sprite"
"Bugs can't talk," she says outright
"And nor can babies of your height"
says the fly who lights the night
"We can if we try with all our might"
"We've talked a lot so far despite"
"must be special, you and I"
Baby smiles and waves good bye
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