Dearest crickets, don't you know; that the night has gone away
What keeps you all achirping: your humming fills the day.
Usually with the morning you are all quickly off to sleep
What keeps your music going with such melodies so deep.
Perhaps you have been commissioned by the One who made the sky
To play your happy music until the clouds have all passed by
Whatever be your reasoning your music is really dear
I'm glad that you keep on chirping; thank you for being near
I have to go now crickets but will listen happily
Keep right on playing your music from your awesome symphony
There is healing in your melody and peace within your song
I'll never tire of hearing you though I must be moving on.