By: David W. Clare

The song of the cricket 
will sing you to sleep 
Cry's out to comfort thy wooley eye sheep

Song for the lovely meadow lamb 
pure as prairie snow

Furry and fluffy all lined in a row

Pretty Goats of the field keeping vigilante, yes they know...

That the song of the cricket
assures us our rest in the moon lit night glow...

D. Clare