Mamma, What Noises Do I Hear? They Keep Me Wide Awake. "The Chirping Crickets, Little Dear; What Funny Noise They Make!" "Yes, Ma, But Touch Their Tongues With Oil, To Take The Squeak Away; For Soon It Will Their Voices Spoil, To Squeak Thus Night And Day." Well Done, My Little Girl Of Three; 'Twould Tune Our Speaking Gear To Utter Sweeter Melody For Your Attentive Ear, If It Were Oiled A Little, Too, For Harsh Too Oft Its Tones; Though Formed To Thrill With Pleasure True, It Gives Forth Shrieks And Groans, Which Fall Discordant On The Ear, And Budding Pleasures Spoil, And Speaking Gear, Likewise I Fear; So Bring Along The Oil.