The Cricket - Poem by Bill Simmons
Timmy the cricket he fell into a thicket
And his pants got all caught up in the vines
When he made it to the ground he looked all around
But there was nothing on his poor behind
Along came a snail and said, 'Well, Well'
'Would you look at those bright shiny cheeks! '
'Don't you know you could make one go blind'
'You should cover them up with a leaf! '
Along came two turtles and one said, 'Hey Mertle! '
'Now would you just look at that! '
'Mertle says, 'I see, no pants indeed, and I do believe'
'That is the smallest wee I've ever looked at! '
Now the turtles and snail laughed so well
They all fell out of their shells
But the cricket now red with anger he said
I'll tell you what I'll do
He took all their shells and threw them up high
And in those vines they sailed
All were caught and hung right beside his pants
Now they all were quite naked as well
Just then the wind blew and broke the pants loose
They all watched as they floated to the ground
The cricket put them on, then dusted them off
And said, 'Well, I'll see ya around'
The turtles and snail said, 'You're going to leave us like this? '
'Now cricket, Have you lost your mind! '
The cricket simply said as he tipped his hat
'Perhaps next time, you'll be a little more kind.
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