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.
It’s choir practice at Cricket Hall.
Oh listen to their songs.
A hundred little cricket boys
Will sing the whole night long.
They serenade their girlfriends
And sing their songs of war
But, as they never sleep at night,
You’ll never hear them snore.
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.
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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