Dr Abe V Rotor
The hot summer ends in rejoice;
the air is filled with cheerful sound
of your loud and crispy voice,
calling a bride you’ll be bound.
You celebrate with the first rain
of May, and in the morning after,
you sing with high pitched strain
in clear and precise meter.
Sing, sing like the great Caruso,
Song to Celia and Schubert’s Serenade;
carefree you’re like Valentino
counting the days of a renegade.
Man may sing better and without end,
and perhaps his bride is more cute,
still he envies you his little friend
for your bride is forever mute. ~~
Note: Only the male cicada sings, the femate is mute.
Living with Nature, AVRotor