On Crickets Singing

With their long thin hind legs music they do create And from late Summer to early Fall they sing for a mate The mating calls of the crickets one cannot get wrong To the grasshopper family they do belong Quite black for to look at of them I recall They hide in long grass and in cracks in a wall In their breeding Season the males venture out To sing mate and leap high and go on hop about My wonder of them only does seem to grow Yet little of their ways I can claim to know Their life span is brief born to sing, mate and die And they are mere mortals just like you and I They can jump to a great height though they cannot fly The dark crickets that sing in the long grass nearby.