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So we have but few Cicadas, 

 Merry songsters of the summer 

 Where the skies are blue and cloudless. 

 But these little, jumping creatures, 

 Which we often call Froghoppers, 

 Are the Englishman's Cicadas, 

 One alone indeed excepted, 

 One we iind m the New Forest ; 

 All of these are mute as Bugflies, 

 They have almost no antennse, 

 *Like tlie shortest, finest bristles ; 

 Their fore wings are of one texture, 

 Very often quite transparent, 

 Sonaetiraes coloured, sometimes clouded, 

 Sometimes thick and rather leathery, 

 Sometimes pied and gaily spotted. 

 But they meet together rooflike, 

 With straight edges, never crossing 

 Like the wings of Water Boatmen, 

 Which they very much resemble ; 

 Their hind legs are formed for leaping, 

 And they leap with wondrous power. 

 Vaulting high, but seldom flying ; 

 And their feet are but threejoiuted. 

 I would call them all Cicadas, 

 But the Enghsh word Froghopper 

 Will do very well for England, 



