Give me your light, as you fly o’er my head,
That I may merrily go to my bed;
Give me your light o’er the grass as you creep,
That I may joyfully go to my sleep;
Come little fire-fly—Come little beast—
Come! and I’ll make you to-morrow a feast.
Come, little candle, that flies as I sing,
Bright little fairy bug,—night’s little king;
Come, and I’ll dance as you guide me along,
Come, and I’ll pay you my bug with a song.”