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There’s a cricket in my room
Who’s sure to meet his doom
He looked at me with those beady black eyes
And jumped at me to add to the surprise
He does not belong here, he surely must know
But I would not be the one to deal the final blow
I ran upstairs to get away
Looking for Dad to save the day
He looked at me in disbelief
But went downstairs to my relief
He snuck quietly as good soldiers do
But alas, the cricket, he snuck quietly, too
He was no where in sight
Neither to the left nor to the right
So my dad retreated
And I have been defeated
So the cricket hides and waits for just the right time
‘Til I am alone to commit his crime