A cicada gets some much needed help.
Cicada Sam was in a jam
because he could not sing.
Cicada sound was all around;
it had an August ring.
Sam tried his best to join the rest
as night fell o’er the yard.
Yet tymbals* failed—quiet prevailed,
though Sam tried very hard.
Within the trees some honeybees
buzzed by to see Sam’s plight.
Those bees did cry as they flew by;
they knew it wasn’t right.
Sam’s face turned red as anger spread;
his tenseness did arrive.
The bees resigned to make a line
and flew back to the hive.
Returning quick, cicada sick,
pure honey they bestowed.
Sam savored sweet this honey treat
as, en masse, buzzing flowed.
Sam sings once more, though raindrops pour
and rough winds come along.
Bereft of pain, Sam sings again
a fine cicada song.
*Cicadas are best known for the songs the male cicadas sing.
They sing using special organs called tymbals. Tymbals are
membranes that vibrate very quickly when pulled by tiny muscles.
This vibration creates the cicada’s song.