The twilight teens in the
suburban backyard
Beyond the cinderblock fence in the fireflies
Twilin teens, twirlin',
twilimned
Trilimbed, truelimbed, truly true
Intent on the twirling, the baton, the fireflies
The mandolin in the moon
Madeline in the mandolin
Mandolins and violins
Candle in the candy dark
Candle in the crystalline dark
Candy in the crystaldark
The hum of the powerlines
and the insects,
The call of Mom from the garden window,
Sweet sweat on cheeks and thighs, why,
Here she comes with her batons!
Keep the fireflies burnin,
Baby!