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Thou art a female, Katydid! I know it by the trill That quivers through thy piercing notes So petulant and shrill. I think there is a knot of you Beneath the hollow tree, A knot of spinster Katydids,-- Do Katydids drink tea? - Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., To an Insect Where the katydid works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well. - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass--Song of Myself (pt. 33, l. 61)
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