From Mouth Of Babe Poem by Ima Ryma

My three year old grandson and I
Walked from the cabin to the lake.
The sun was setting in the sky,
So I suggested that we make
Tracks back to the cabin so that
We two might avoid getting bit
By mosquitoes now swarming at
The lakeshore where we two did sit.
Back to the cabin we got to.
A few fireflies followed us in.
Around the two of us they flew,
And Billy announced to me then,

'No use Grandma, here come some bites.'
'Mosquitoes came in with flashlights.'