Chapter 75 - Paradelle 8 (1/2)

Lightning Bug Paradelle

By S. Bauer-Zingg

That summer, the fields dry

That summer, the fields dry

We ran about, and flew and chased at night

We ran about, and flew and chased at night

The fields that night dry and chaste

Summer ran - we flew at and about

Lightning bugs, low and near

Lightning bugs, low and near

Tucked into tight-lidded Mason jars

Tucked into tight-lidded Mason jars

Lightning lidded low into Mason jars