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On their backs for ever swimming ; 
Don’t they look the wrong way upwards? 
Yet their movements all are graceful : 
I call them Noxonectina. 
In the country that we live in 
Skies are very often cloudy, 
And the air is damp and chilly, 
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 that sings in the New Forest ; 
All the rest are mute as bugllies : 
They have almost no antennae. 
Like the shortest finest bristles; 
Their fore wings are of one texture, 
Very often quite transparent. 
Sometimes coloured, sometimes clouded, 
Sometimes thick and rather leathery. 
Sometimes pied and gaily spotted. 
But they meet together roof-like, 
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 ; 
All their feet are but three-jointed: 
I would call them all Cicadas, 
But the English word froghopper, 
Will do very well for England, 
With its very small Cicadas, 
Froghoppers orCiCAOiNA. 
Now we turn to lumpish insects. 
Fixed like scales upon the branches 
Of choice plants in hot stove-houses, 
Ol'ten too upon our myrtles. 
Very often on the apples. 
And sometimes upon the hawthorn ; 
These are always lady insects. 
That thus stick upon the branches. 
Scale-like insects or Coccina. 
Gladly I’d describe antenna;. 
