Dog Day Doggerel

The ruby-eyed cicadas call'd 
the locust's second cousin. 

They surface during summer months, 

when soil's no longer fruzzen. 

Then, eggs and nymphs no more,

adult cicadas be a-buzzin.' 

(If you think borer bees be loud, 

you really ain't heard nuzzin.' 

I thought I heard a wasp one day;

as things turned out, it wasn.')

And tho' all old cicadas die, 

strange new ones have arusin.' 
They're ev'rywhere. They're in my hair. 
(I've swallow'd sev'ral dozen.) 

The moral of this verse...? 

There's many call'd, far fewer chussen.