Tilly the Moth and the Firefly
In a garden, there lived a moth named Tilly, Who flapped her wings, which were bright and frilly. She loved the flowers, the sun, and the bees, But when the night came, she'd start to freeze. Tilly was scared of the dark, you see, For all the shadows and things that could be. She feared the moon, the stars, and the breeze, And wished for light, so she could be at ease. One day, as Tilly sat on a rose, A firefly flew by, as bright as those. "Hello," said the firefly, with a smile, "Are you afraid of the dark, my dear child?" Tilly nodded her head, quite ashamed, And whispered, "Yes, I'm scared and quite drained." The firefly then landed on her wing, And said, "Don't worry, I know just the thing!" "Follow me, Tilly, and don't be afraid, I'll light your path, so you won't be dismayed." Tilly agreed and off they flew, With the firefly's light, she felt brand new. They went past trees, and over the river, And the