Chirp , chirp , chirp ! Cricket a mile ahead . Hum , hum , hum -- m -- m ! Kettle making play in the distance , like a great top . Chirp , chirp , chirp ! Cricket round the corner . Hum , hum , hum -- m -- m ! Kettle sticking to him in his own way ; no idea of giving in . Chirp , chirp , chirp ! Cricket fresher than ever . Hum , hum , hum -- m -- m ! Kettle slow and steady . Chirp , chirp , chirp ! Cricket going in to finish him . Hum , hum , hum -- m -- m ! Kettle not to be finished . Until at last they got so jumbled together , in the hurry-skurry , helter-skelter , of the match , that whether the kettle chirped and the Cricket hummed , or the Cricket chirped and the kettle hummed , or they both chirped and both hummed , it would have taken a clearer head than yours or mine to have decided with anything like certainty . But of this there is no doubt : that , the kettle and the Cricket , at one and the same moment , and by some power of amalgamation best known to themselves , sent , each , his fireside song of comfort streaming into a ray of the candle that shone out through the window , and a long way down the lane . And this light , bursting on a certain person who , on the instant , approached towards it through the gloom , expressed the whole thing to him , literally in a twinkling , and cried , `` Welcome home , old fellow ! Welcome home , my boy ! ''
This end attained , the kettle , being dead beat , boiled over , and was XXXXX off the fire .
Cricket Welcome cried decided expressed got jumbled known sent taken