Your sweet sing song cadence keeps my pain at bay.
Your birthday on Mid-Summer's Eve sets my heart at ease,
For once I hear your mating call, it gives my soul release.
The long hot days of July herald your arrival,
Yet the cold dark nights of autumn threaten your survival.
As your voice grows hoarse and lonely searching for your mate,
My heart grows melancholy considering your fate.
Croaking into the cold autumn night,
Your sad sweet song signs the end of your fight.
Your lifespan neatly frames my favorite time of year,
And for that my Lovely Cricket is why you are so dear
