Verdant sea without a wave, clipped short by man's iron tooth, it drinks the rain, hosts barefoot play, and frames the home's sweet truth.

Take this! For that horrendous performance. I grew it myself, and fought off green worms, enormous. Now that it’s done I think it’s time that I ate, there’s bacon and lettuce, oh, the T’s on your face.

I crash without falling, I roar without a mouth. I light up the sky, But vanish in a shout.

I hope we don’t bug you, we just want to get by. With six legs that scurry, or wings to help fly. I’ve seen how you treat others of my own kind, by slipping the letter P, three spots after our eye.

Crickets have friends don't they though these can be much bigger