Crickets Singing

In the warm evenings in the Fall of the year
The song of the crickets one always does hear
'Tis the time of year when they do copulate
The dark male in song he does woo his dark mate.

From their homes in the walls they do venture out
And in search of a mate they go on hop about
From nightfall to daybreak they sing all night long
The voices of the crickets you cannot get wrong.

My wonder of Nature only seems to grow
So little about them i can claim to know
They sing out for love in the warm nights of the Fall
When they venture out from their homes in the wall

In shady dark places or in the moonlight
They sing out for love in the still of the night
Until the birds chirp in the gray of daybreak
The songs of the crickets one cannot mistake.