I was quite surprised this morning to see a rather large cricket looking at me.
Hanging there on the line, this little fella just chilling in time.
Well, what should I do, who should I tell?
I ran to tell my friends in delight, some are curious, some are fearful with fright.
We need to make him safe, we need to make him a home,
He must be scared, he is all alone.
We have fed him, explored him from head to toe, loved and called him Jiminy,
But now it is time for Jiminy to go home.
We seek a place up in the trees for Jiminy to head home and be set free.
