Cricket Serenede

Rubbing his legs together He makes such a horrible sound Playing his song, what seems like forever Refusing to ever be found My search has lasted for days on end But I seek, with no avail I wait each night, for his song to begin Once again, reliving my hell I look in under the bed, where I sleep But of course, he's never there Ever so carefully, I quietly creep To look under the livingroom chair I look behind the stove where I cook But that's not his hiding place Thoughts of murder, each night that I look As I tire from this never ending chase Night after night, he gets my attention While singing his mating song Lookin for love, is his only intention While making my nights so long His song keeps echoing, inside of my head Each night, as the sun starts to fade I now curse the night, as I lay in my bed As I listen, to this "Cricket Serenede"