by Jerome Kern

“ 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. ”