Cicada Symphony

Scritchy maracas in the trees,
Noisy noisemakers, shrill as you please,
An instrumental congeries,
A conjugational squeezebox wheeze.

Watch your step, don't crush that tweedler,
He's the insects' Arthur Fiedler,
Conductor of their cyclic lieder.
Ah, such trills! No flute is sweeter.

Music halls and theater stages
Can't lure the chimers of untold ages;
They prefer venues more advantageous--
From dizzying summits they engage us.

And should you harbor deep regrets,
Abhor the mini-castanets
That click from sunrise till sun sets,
Try keeping some as shoebox pets!