They both fiddle and dwindle
The fireflies whilst they kindle
A lone night as they mingle
Along with stars and sly giggles
Loud a night for the coy arachnids
That swing timidly at their strings
Below the quiet, breezy symphony
Of snoring rocks and shallow leaves
With them the moon neglects her sleep
Bearing red eyes towards the incessant beep
So as she begs and pleads for quiet, at least
The parade shall reign, ignoring her say