Uncle Rob says, <br />That once on a time the fire flies <br />Were stars with the others up in the skies. <br /> <br />They used to shimmer, and dance and play, <br />Night after night in the Milky Way. <br /> <br />But when their papa, the stern old Sun <br />Said 'off to bed with you every one,' <br /> <br />These bold little stars refused to obey, <br />'Let's hide in that cloud and then run away.' <br /> <br />'Let's run to the earth,' these bad stars said <br />'We are quite too old to be sent to bed.' <br /> <br />So then they were exiled out of the skies, <br />And that's how we came with the fire flies, <br />So Uncle Rob says.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-uncle-rob-says/
