Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Katydid
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?
Holmes—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.