Chilly Cricket Calling
I ‘m a field cricket and I like grass around,
I know you have seen me-my coat is black or brown.
I’m a field cricket so listen to me chirp,
I don’t sing like ground crickets; they sound like a burp.
My house needs some repair, now that fall is coming,
I have to store food; my calendar is humming,
But steadily I chirp through the autumn nights long,
Lie in your warm bed and hear my shivery song!