And the Grass People all rejoiced,
the widowed Grasshopper King had made a choice,
finally  fell in love with the Wood Crickett Queen.
Since she too was a widowed soul,
this union held for a future strong,
a union of the Grass People and the Wooded Wings.
A feast was held to spread the news,
creatures of all walk and wings  shared magical tunes,
the whole Valley seemed more alive with this spread of joy.
So now when ever you sit out on the porch swing,
relaxing, sipping on a cold drink...
listen and you may even hear....
the Wood Crickett saying...good night my dear.