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(Billy.) It's golden summer time, and thru the drowsy air.
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.
That's what they are trying to say.

(Jane.) Oh, no! that's not the sound of crickets, no such thing.
How came you to make,
Such an odd mistake?
It's the little fairies,
dancing, dancing,
Dancing in their magic fairy ring.

They laugh and play the long day thru;
And this is what 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.
That's what they are trying to say.

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