Crickee Yacht

Crickee Yacht
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O Crickee! my Crickee! our fearful trip is done
The SMS has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won
The mobile is near, the buzz I hear, and Crickee maniacs all exulting
While follow eyes the steady antennas, the mobile grim and daring.
But O SMS! SMS! SMS!
the sweating drops of green
Where in the phone my Crickee rests
Multitudinous and Hollywoodin'

O Crickee! my Crickee! rise up and hear the buzz
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the buzz trills
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding
For you they call, the swaying mass, their happy faces turning.

Here Crickee! dear friend!
This SMS has bedecked you
It is some dream that on the mobile network
You’ve been ransomed and restored

My Crickee is mute? reconnect, for network is too distant
My Crickee does not install in my mobile? No fear the solution is near
The SMS is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done
From fearful trip, the victor SMS, comes in with object won

Exult, O shores, and ring, O buzz!
But I, with smiling face
Walk the deck my Crickee stays
Free to roam in my mobile.

With apologies to Walt Whitman