Bug Ball

Late at night, just once a year,

They gather in the dark.

The insects love to celebrate

The Bug Ball in the park.

They buzz on in from miles around

To dance and stay up late,

All dressed up in their finest clothes,

Each with a tiny date.

Mosquitoes in tuxedos

Make the ladybugs all sigh.

The Beetles play their music,

And the flies are lookin’ fly!

The spider brings some cider,

And the ants bring picnic food.

The lightning bugs blink on and off

To help to set the mood.

They slow dance and their compound eyes

Begin to glow and shine,

Until the centipede begins

A one-man conga line.

Then everyone picks up the pace,

The music starts to swing!

The fire ants all salsa-dance,

The wasps all do “The Sting!”

A honeybee got fresh once,

In the ladies’ room he hid.

Who told him to beehive himself?

Why, you know Katy did.

But usually it all goes off

Without a single hitch.

They dance and buzz and fly and hop

And roll and flap and twitch!

The buggies love their Bug Ball

On a summer’s night in June.

But they’re long gone before the next day’s

Bird Brunch Bash at noon!