|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|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?
HolmesTo an Insect.
|Where the katydid works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well.|
Walt WhitmanLeaves of Grass. Song of Myself. Pt. 33. L. 61.