The Voice of the Firefly

During the fireworks on Monday night, one lonely firefly kept drifting up, up, up to the heavens, trying to get to the beautiful lights. It was almost tragic, until my husband started doing the firefly's voice.

First of all, fireflies apparently have the voices of phlegmy Jewish men from Brooklyn. Second of all, as they flash their yellow messages of love, flying towards the blue and silver sparkles, they are apparently saying, "Oh, yeah, show me that magnesium, baby. Oh, yeah, I got jungle fever. I can get that yellow anywhere, but gimme some of that blue, blue loving. How's about you and me get together and make some green."