Crickets are my best insects
But why? I know not
They stay under my bed
And cry out till I have an ache up my head
But what they say also I know not
Though I think they talk about broth
Wonder why little insects
Grow even beer intent
They growl, some bark
And all these come to my back
‘Stop’ I would shout
‘No way, you are talking to yourself’
I wonder if they cared if I was asleep
‘Who does he even think he is?’
They squeak behind my hearing
Not knowing my elfy ears pick all
‘Yaaay! Let’s shriek more!!!’
They stubbornly seem to say
When they seem to hear me snore
Come what happens or may
The shrieks and strange crickety talks
Come to me as disturbing lullaby
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When nights come
We run around
We play about
We sing to the Moon
And she blushes all the while
When the nights come
The crickets call out
From hidden “shriekadels”
A fortress of hope
Portraying the beauty of the night
When nights come
We see the bats fly
In haste to somewhere
We watch in awe
As they fly away
When nights come
It brings joy
And much laughter
And what a relieve
It is from the hot sun?
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