Here Is A Tale For Those Who Sing With Reason: There Was A Cricket, Troubadouring Fellow, Who Chirped His Lay, Or Zoomed It Like A 'Cello, Day In, Day Out, No Matter What The Season. Great Was His Love For His Own Violining; He Never Wearied Saying, "What Performing!" And Oft, When Through, Would Ask, "Was Not That Charming?" Then Play It Over, Right From The Beginning. A Talent, Such As His, Should Be Rewarded, So Thought He, All Unconscious Of Intention Of Any One Among The Violin Sects, Until By Some One, Lo, He Was Regarded; Lifted, Examined; Given Special Mention; And Placed Within A Case With Other Insects.