BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA i6i And thus, you know, we dance away The merry summer long, For we're the Wild-wood Fairies that You learn about in song. (Chorus) (Now a tall white-blanketed form (Winter) comes slowly into view. The Fire-flies stop dancing and march slowly around, holding the torches up, tremblingly, as they sing to different music — preferably a lullaby, or possibly an adaptation of
- ' Juanita":)
Yet is there one we fear. Winter so chill. Whenever he draws near Wild woods are still. (Winter approaches and throws into air a handful of snow (pa- per). The Fire-flies continue:) Long ere the snowflakes fly We should be gone Back to our Mother Earth, , Ere the chill dawn. Done is our summer chase. Now we retire, Dancing lights yielding place To the camp-fire. (They pile their torches — that is, the punks slipped out of the sticks — in the middle at a place prepared with shavings, etc., for a blaze, and they lie down in a ring and sing, by the light of the camp-fire:) Low bend we on the Earth, Silence to keep; Winter has killed our mirth — The Fire-flies sleep.
