A grasshopper gay Sang the summer away, And found herself poor By the winter’s first roar. Of meat or of bread, Not a morsel she had! So a-begging she went, To her neighbour the ant, For the loan of some wheat, Which would serve her to eat, Till the season came round. “I will pay you,” she saith, “On an animal’s faith, Double weight in the pound Ere the harvest be bound.” The ant is a friend (And here she might mend) Little given to lend. “How spent you the summer?” Quoth she, looking shame At the borrowing dame. “Night and day to each comerI sang, if you please.” “You sang! I’m at ease; For ’tis plain at a glance, Now, ma’am, you must dance.”
