I try to catch fireflies in summer, keep them in a jar.
Watch them lighting up.
When I miss, it's always a big bummer.
Firefly-catching is not that grown-up.
I dream about fireflies in Winter,
the absence of them reminds me of cold.
Icecicle-catching gives me a splinter.
The though of fireflies never gets old.
Light up my window as I sit and gaze,
next to me Rosie watches the bright show.
I will never forget these summer days,
as I sit and pout in the freezing snow.
You are merely a display for my eyes,
as I try to catch fifty fireflies.