"Gay Crickets" by Effie Lee Newsome
Without a single bit of fuss
A cricket came to live with us.
Without one little word to say
A black-dressed cricket came to stay,
and steal into a basement crack
And watch for spiders, brown and black.
And sometimes eat and sometimes play
A fiddler's tune at end of day.
It keeps up such a jolly sound,
This having crickets hiding round.
It makes the winter nights quite gay
With crickets tucked inside that way.
Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid,
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