My wife calls them lightning bugs, and I, fireflies. We kid each other about our different and very important stances on this issue. Our daughter, as is perhaps typical, found a compromise position, and added some flair of her own. She calls them firework bugs, and they absolutely delight her (as they do so many children). This little piece, spun off this morning, then, is for her.
Firework Bugs (pdf)
…the firework bugs aglow
render smooth the aged aches
of a day reclined for rest
Also, “tip-town” is just “tip-toe” turned into a past participle. It rhymes with “flown” or “shown”.
Unto the Mountain Walls 