I let to sit my jar on the ground,
Open and waiting
For the fire to burn on the glass mound.
Watching and dreaming,
I waited for the blazing sound.
No fireflies came flying by.
No fire in my jar I found.
This time I used my wit,
If the fire is not coming to me,
I will follow it.
I picked my jar and went to the woods,
Watching the fireflies in the air a little bit.
I picked the one I wanted to catch.
Took a leap and closed the door in a split.