Why would Mom want to hide these lights under a bushel?

And why does Rapaire insist on referring to people by their first names whom he has never met, and to whom he has not been introduced?? Talk about blathertwaddle!!

Ode to a Flashlight

LED torch, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal eye, or hand
Made the form, or named the brand?

In what distant fab or shop
Turned he out thy screw-on top?
From what ancient Mandarin
Did he import thy body thin?

And what shoulder and what art
made the chip within thy heart?
And, when thy heart was made by day,
What night-shift ran thy QA?

What the hammer? what the chain?
And thy blueprint, from what brain?
Whence the copper? From what sea
Silicon for thy main IC?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did the Maker then foresee
Who would make an LED??

LED torch, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal eye, or hand
Made the form, or named the brand?