a firefly does a small dance
to make his intentions clear
to send the right signal
to bring his dear firefly near
i really don’t have a problem
asking of race or of colour or creed
but there is a question that in the asking
is a problem, a problem indeed.
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
(her) No, my lord.
I mean, my head upon your lap?
(her) Ay, my lord.
Do you think I meant country matters?
(her) I think nothing, my lord.
when asking this delicate question
it has to be phrased just right
this least noble intention
or next you’ll be saying goodnight
i wonder if Eskimos have this trouble
finding words to talk about snow
and when i mention country matters
will you know that I want to know
you