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The cricket played his woeful tune, 
Underneath the bright shinny moon’ 
And he began to sing a song, 
Of short nights and days so long’ 
Out of the forest the animals came, 
Greeted each other by their name’ 
Gathered around the warm fire light, 
As the melodies filled the air of the night’ 
The cricket sang of sad days gone by, 
Love found love lost and wiped a teary eye. 
And as the evening came to a draw, 
The animals applaud and shouted more. 
The cricket hung his head down low, 
And said, “Alas” for I must go. 
For as I’m already late, 
To meet my love at the pearly gate’ 
While the animals walked away feeling sad, 
The cricket ended his mournful ballad. 
The animals bid their last farewell, 
As they returned to where they dwell’ 
As the cricket his last chord strung, 
Tied a noose, silently he hung. 
As his life began to ebb, he started to pray, 
That his love to meet him halfway.

The Cricket