A firefly in a jingling, singing mood stood,
Lingering a melodious song of tribal wood,
Mobilizing mutely and withholding silent siren, itself,
Stripped on every blink, unhidden, on table, on shelf,
Toppling in the sample space of inclusion and belief,
Let things ionized with stupendous glow, elif,
Came near a uppish headed, auguring ant,
Imbibing like a tiny rock-roll, and faint,
Sweeping slowly, shortly in course of meal-act,
Relatively a common constant, unreasoning fact,
Absolutely like radically magnetizing itself,
If it reached grocery and strive chill help,
The firefly stopped to ask the ant,
Aye! dear you work hard and instant,
A timeless template for the affinities,
of sweet and sugarcane, not suffered from diabetes?
The modern ant candidly replied the friend fly,
Do not you know, plausible fusible guy,
"It's so, that's why, very shortly, we die",
Said the ant, and thanked it for doctoring advice,
The fearless firefly moved to another pragma dice,
A resilient spider, weaving web cascade,
Tangling and cycling its leg on airy bed,
Exponentially expanding a macro bit overhead,
Queried the firefly mad, in more gestural interest,
why spider had famished and flimsy fate,
The arrogant spider vouched quickly in second,
Ye! conspicuous friend,"I don't have lightening wand",
And dared the frightened firefly to cross the quadruple,
Dared not the firefly, nifting its life double,
Convening its life and magic potion to all ardent friend,
Restlessly moved to all atypical trend,
Finding hints of all anomalies, few tall, few bend.