THE KATYDIDS.
O little noisy Katydids,
And very plainly you can talk
Each tree within the glen
In tones both grave and gay;
A village is, all peopled by
But, "Katy did n't, Katy did,"
You small green-coated men.
Is all you ever say.
I very much would like to know
What did poor Katy do,
That you should quarrel with your friends
About it all night through.
But though I listen every night,
And question all I may,
Yet, "Katy did n't, Katy did,"
Is all you ever say.