Firefly

I call her Firefly, ’cause, oh my, she radiates moon glow,
Wants none of that noon glow,
She starts to glitter when the sun goes down ’bout eight P. M.
It’s mayhem. She switches those brights up, lights up and gives me a call: “Hey, take me to the fireflies’ ball!”

But when I get her there, set her there
Do I get to pet her there ’n grab me some glow?
No, she’s a gad about, mad about
Lurin’ ev’ry lad about, while leavin’ me moanin’ low:
“Oh, firefly, why can’t I latch onto you no how?
Oh, how I love ya, but gee,
While you set the night on fire, fly, shine a little light on me!”