“A Cricket” by Aileen Fisher

In a matchbox

Is a cricket

With a patent-leather shine.

It’s at Peter’s,

And he’s printed

“Mister Cricket” on a sign.

In a fruit jar

That is open,

With a leaf on which to dine,

Is a cricket

That is Kathy’s

And she thinks it’s very fine.

Nothing’s gayer

Than a cricket!

Nothing’s louder after nine!

But my mother

Thinks a thicket

Is the nicest place for mine.