The cricket's in a thicket, jumping all over, all the kids wanna pick it . . . . he's leapin from blade to blade, his color's dark! hide in the shade. . . . peeking out from the rock, all he see's, shoes an socks. . . . hair upside down eye ball's faced on a frown, hand reaches in, fingers in pinch, one more escape oh my a cinch . . . . hop to the air clenched fist why'd i dare . . . . black spot spit, yuck, yikes, shake thats it. . . . onto blade under rock, once again shoe's an sock's!