SOMETIMES I keep From going to sleep, To hear the katydids "cheep-cheep!" And think they say Their prayers that way; But @3katydids@1 don't have to @3pray!@1 I listen when They cheep again; And so, I think, they're @3singing@1 then! But, no; I'm wrong, -- The sound's too long And all-alike to be a song! I think, "Well, there! I do declare, If it is neither song nor prayer, It's @3talk@1 -- and quite Too vain and light For me to listen to all night!" And so, I smile, And think, -- "Now I'll Not listen for a little while!" -- Then, sweet and clear, Next @3"cheep"@1 I hear 'S a @3kiss@1. . . . Good morning, Mommy dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. BLACKMWORE MAIDENS by WILLIAM BARNES EPISTLE TO HER FRIENDS AT GARTMORE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |