Their [the cricket] song is a monotonous and artless, but well suited in its very lack of art to the simple gladness of reviving life. It is the hosanna of the awakening, the sacred alleluia understood by swelling seed and sprouting blade.

Translated by Alexander Teixeira de Mattos, Fabre's Book of Insects, Chapter XII (p. 208), Dodd, Mead & Co. 1945