Poem by Mary Ann Hoberman
A cricket’s ear is in its leg,
A cricket’s chirp is in its wing.
A cricket’s wing can sing a song.
A cricket’s leg can hear it sing.
Imagine if your leg could hear.
Imagine if your ear could talk.
Imagine if your arm could talk.
Would everything feel upside down
And inside out and wrongside through?
Imagine how the world would seem
If you became a crick, too.