The Cricket
Marjorie Barrows
And when the rain had gone away
And it was shining everywhere,
I ran out on the walk to play
And found a little bug was there.
And he was running just as fast
As any little bug could run,
Until he stopped for breath at last,
All black and shiny in the sun.
And then he chirped a song to me
And gave his wings a little tug,
And that's the way he showed that he
Was very glad to be a bug!
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