Little cicada
The king of sound
You must be chuffed to finally be up above the ground
Now that you’re up here
And the days are long
Well, you can fill the air with your extraordinary song
Is it all folklore?
Or do you keep on singing till you can sing no more?
Little cicada
High in a tree
Shed your skin and leave behind a souvenir for me
I know your tricks now
When you hear me come
You stop until you think I’ve gone and then you start to hum
And your call is strong
Do you sing so loud because you cannot sing so long?
King of sound, tell us a story
Tell us what it’s like to be you

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