SONG TO THE FIREFLY
Reading edition
Ojibwa
IN THE hot summer evenings, when the grassy patches around the lakes and rivers sparkle with fireflies, the Indians sing a song to them.
Flitting white-fire-bug, Flitting white-fire-bug, Give me your light before I go to sleep. Give me your light before I go to sleep. Come, little waving fire-bug. Come, little waving fire-bug. Light me with your bright torch. Light me with your bright torch.[22]