The cricket sings his song <br />on a warm summer night <br />And fills the air to his delight <br />And some times he stops <br />for a second or two <br />Then sings another that only a cricket knew <br />I wonder who he is singing to! <br />For I cannot sleep until he's through<br /><br />Evelyn Gillies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cricket-3/
