The Noise
The Noise
There lives a strange bug in the Eastern trees
Called a Cicada - among other things!
Hardly a difference anyone sees
But, my friend, wait 'til you hear how it sings!
Now,this bug hatches in seventeen years
The larvae eats quietly for that long
After the hatch, you won't believe your ears
Millions of mating calls broadcast a song
To call that song noise is being kind -
It's a crescendo that comes and it goes
A constant noise that befuddles the mind
And jangles the nerves from head to the toes
You may hear that noise four times in your life
And you'll never forget when that bug takes a wife
3/6/2017
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