The firefly said to the beetle as he ate a piece of cake,
“Living in your manner is a grave mistake.
You work all day and sleep all night,
But I’m blessed with the power of holy light.”
The beetle laughed and said wise and slow,
“I’m afraid there are things you just don’t know.
When the witching hour comes out to play,
When the night clock really starts to sway,
That’s when beetles get out their tongues
And mate to strangers with their lungs.”
The firefly, disgusted, began to cry,
“Why is the world so cold? Why? Why? Why?”

11:33 am  •  28 June 2012  •  27 notes