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When you and I have gone to bed
      And the moon shines up above,
From underground you may well hear
     Some chirpy songs of love.

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It’s choir practice at Cricket Hall.
    Oh listen to their songs. 
A hundred little cricket boys
    Will sing the whole night long.

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They serenade their girlfriends
     And sing their songs of war
But, as they never sleep at night,
     You’ll never hear them snore.

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Then when the sun is in the sky,
     They also will not sleep,
For they’ll be playing in the fields.
     On such long legs they leap.

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If you could jump as high as they -
    My!  What a big surprise!
You’d jump over your housetop
     And you’d win yourself a prize.

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