The frost is always the whitest
On the corn-crib and the barn,
The house is always the quietest
When folks are asleep on the farm,
The locusts and crickets the chirpiest
Though they may not stay in tune,
The darkness is the nightiest
When there is no moon.
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The frost is always the whitest
On the corn-crib and the barn,
The house is always the quietest
When folks are asleep on the farm,
The locusts and crickets the chirpiest
Though they may not stay in tune,
The darkness is the nightiest
When there is no moon.