The Crickets Are Calling




 * (Billy.) It's golden summer time, and thru the drowsy air.
 * Comes a well known sound,
 * Rising all around,
 * It's the little crickets
 * Chirping, chirping,
 * Bidding you have done with gloom and care.


 * Oh, days are gold, and skies are blue,
 * And merrily they sing to you:


 * The crickets are calling,
 * Enjoy today,
 * Never mind what comes after,
 * For Youth was made for Love and Laughter.


 * Time always flying,
 * Be glad while you may.
 * That's what they are trying to say.


 * (Jane.) Oh, no! that's not the sound of crickets, no such thing.
 * How came you to make,
 * Such an odd mistake?
 * It's the little fairies,
 * dancing, dancing,
 * Dancing in their magic fairy ring.


 * They laugh and play the long day thru;
 * And this is what they sing to you:


 * The crickets are calling,
 * Enjoy today,
 * Never mind what comes after,
 * For Youth was made for Love and Laughter.


 * Time always flying,
 * Be glad while you may.
 * That's what they are trying to say.