Grasshopper or Cricket?

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Today's blip

...I have never learned to tell the difference, but it evidently leapt in through the opened casement while I was cleaning the windows...

Anyway it has put me in mind of one of my favourite poems by Edward Lear

Some Incidents in the Life of My Uncle Arly

O my agéd Uncle Arly! –
Sitting on a heap of Barley
   All the silent hours of night, –
Close beside a leafy thicket: –
On his nose there was a Cricket, –
In his hat a Railway Ticket; –
    (But his shoes were far too tight.)

Long ago, in youth, he squander'd
All his goods away, and wander'd
   To the Tiniskoop Hills afar.
There, on golden sunsets blazing
Every evening found him gazing, –
Singing, – 'Orb! You're quite amazing!
   How I wonder what you are!'

Like the ancient Medes and Persians,
Always by his own exertions
   He subsisted on those hills; –
Whiles, – by teaching children spelling, –
Or at times by merely yelling, –
Or at intervals by selling
   'Propter's Nicodemus Pills.'

Later, in his morning rambles
He perceived the moving brambles
   Something square and white disclose; –
'Twas a First-class Railway Ticket
But in stooping down to pick it
Off the ground, – a pea-green Cricket
   Settled on my uncle's Nose.

Never – never more, – Oh! never
Did that Cricket leave him ever, –
    Dawn or evening, day or night; –
Clinging as a constant treasure, –
Chirping with a cheerious measure, –
Wholly to my uncle's pleasure, –
   (Though his shoes were far too tight.)

So, for three-and-forty winters,
Till his shoes were worn to splinters,
   All those hills he wandered o'er, –
Sometimes silent; – sometimes yelling; –
Till he came to Borly-Melling,
Near his old ancestral dwelling; –
    – And he wandered thence no more.

On a little heap of Barley
Died my agéd Uncle Arly,
   And they buried him one night; –
Close beside the leafy thicket;
There, his hat and Railway Ticket; –
There, – his ever faithful Cricket; –
   (But his shoes were far too tight.)