Flickering flickering firefly,
Like an aeroplane landing
In the charcoal night,
Like a motor-car turning
At a crossroads,
Your heat-free light flickers on.
Flickering flickering firefly,
What a wonder you are!
Is there a battery in your belly?
Cool you are in my hand,
And flickering yet is your heatless light.
Flickering flickering firefly,
Like diamonds on the cutter's table,
Your shimmers adorn the evening grass.
Please, clap with me to sing to Him
Who made you the way you are,
To baffle me; to humble me.
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