Waltz of the Fireflies    James Gordon    

I’ve always loved James Gordon’s descriptive songs. This one really captures the spirit of a twilight frog and cricket concert in the bullrush ballroom. 

When the marshmallow moon

Floats high in the chocolate sky,

That's when the whippoorwill whistles a tune

For the waltz of the fireflies.

By the banks of a looking glass lake,

In a grove of invisible trees,

That's when the fancy dressed fireflies

Take to the air on a lingering breeze.

They’re dipping and diving, waltzing and jiving.

The fireflies flashing their taillights

In time to the beat of the cricket guitars.

In the bulrush ballroom,

The frogs turn up the volume.

They croak out a song as the fireflies

Wink to the twinkling stars.