Night fun. Run! Run! Catch a run away star,
Hurry, scurry, Racing, chasing, so many near and far,
Twinkle here, Sparkle there, Playful blinking everywhere.

"WOW!" A dashing flashing star. Grab a jar,
Zoom! Out side,
Chase them as they float and glide.

When I choose my jar, a grownup always takes care,
To punch holes in the lid, to let the beetles get air.

"LOOK!" What cheerful blinking, lighting the dark,
What are you thinking? What is each spark?

I've chased them before, I've caught some too,
I know what they are, Now I'll tell you.

They're beetles of the night, that twinkle light bright,
They have gentle wings, We call them three things.

They're glowworms, lightning bugs, or fireflies,
They glow in the darkness, before our eyes.

Careful. Wait. Soon one shall land,
Now it's safe for them, to gently catch one In your hand.

I open my hand, "Goodbye," I say,
The beetle floats gracefully. Up, up, and away.

The ones in my jar, they sparkle and glow,
I lift off the lid, and away they go.

Free, free, as they want to be,
As happy as me, to see them go free.

Fireflies are never for us to keep,
I let mine go home,Then I go to sleep.