Firefly

I’ve come to a hedgerow behind the old church,

Where the woods and the village converge,

For it’s here that I come every year in my search

For the one who’ll assuage this great urge.

Every summer I bask in my hedge out of sight,

And my tummy goes brown in the sun,

Then at nighttime it shines like a beacon of light,

I go out to be seen - and have fun!

Then I’m beautiful, charming; the belle of the ball,

And the boys can’t resist my bright fire.

I know they’re just beetles, but they’re in my thrall:

Their command is my every desire.

So we dance, and we shimmy and flash off and on

And together we light up the night.

And our love may not quite be Layla and Majnun

But our courtship’s a wonderful sight.