The Cricket's Tricks
I walked the thicket, thick and thin
Followed the cricket crick its chin
"Catch my 'cacos' and collect my calls"
Said she with her sharp shrewed strolls.
Like a lazy lass lethergically on loose
I march the mud through muddy marsh
Picked her trails like a trapped, trembling goose
And lost at last to the lustful lush.
From the distant darkness dared she jeers
My falls and follies and frights and fears
This minute mischief minature though size
Tricks triple the toughness of talented wise!
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