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"
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