From the album Caterwauling

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Sitting on a smooth, warm rock in a French forest...

Lyrics

Paradise is a woodland with birds and animals too
Living life in harmony so simple and so true
And I a second Adam free and happy in the warm
And all my friends the creatures somehow know I mean no harm

And somewhere in the forest the sun shines in a glade
Upon a rock so warm and smooth for Adam it was made
He sits upon this rude throne his face beaming with a grin
Then he sees a lowly cricket on the rock right next to him

Oh sing for me little cricket
Sitting in the sun
Thrum your little song for me
Let us have some fun

This charming little cricket first warms up in the sun
Then opens up his wing case to reveal his abdomen
He then lifts up his back leg, stretches it into the air
Tuning up his instrument the cricket thus prepares

Then putting down his leg again he stands there on the stone
Adam sits with baited breath just waiting for a tone
But the teasing little cricket utters neither chirp nor cheap
He just settles on the stone again, I think he's gone to sleep

Chorus

And if that little cricket had deigned to sing his tune
What mysteries would he have told upon that afternoon
For now we're not in Paradise on this barren earth we crawl
But I'm sure that lowly cricket knew the answer to it all
Oh Sing for me little cricket
Sitting in the Sun
And not just me little cricket
Sing for ev'ryone
Sing for me little cricket
Sitting in the sun
Thrum your little song for me
Let us have some fun