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