I said I was going to a new home of mine
somewhere in Groddle away from the bogs.
They said who will keep us company?
I said the butterflies and the hogs.
They said the butterflies have all died
I said just the piggies, then.
They said they won't be good company.
I said, there's also the hen.
They told me, You used to be here all the time.
Back in the day in the past.
We had fun. We played tag. We made patterns of light.
Those boggy days went by so fast.
I sighed and went up to another room
but they followed me, saying, don't go.
I said I have to pack. I'll be leaving soon.
They made patterns of light and said, No!
I said you can't go with me.
It's a forest, not a bog, over there.
And you know you can't travel outside anyway.
You can't go anywhere.
The fireflies dimmed. I put my things in a bag.
Then they said, what about jars?
And that's when I realized that they were right.
So now my new home is filled with stars.