My best friend is a cricket
I named him, Little Mike
I think that Mike is hiding
He only chirps at night
I listen to his music while I take a bath
My mom said, 'Mike is watching me'
I know not from where at
Once I seen a spider running real fast
I thought it was a spider
But there was Mike at last
He ran across the bathroom floor
Then out the Kitchen door
Mike was gone; I lost my friend
I'll miss Mike evermore
That very night I heard a chirping
And then so many more
It was a cricket party
Like none I heard before
I thought I lost my little friend
Somehow, but really not
Mike is just outside and very happy
Mike must be loved a lot
(10/29/2019)
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