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The Ant and the Cricket

Discussion in 'Quotes & Poems' started by Yours, May 5, 2016.

  1. A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing
    Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring,
    Began to complain, when he found that at home
    His cupboard was empty and winter was come.
    Not a crumb to be found
    On the snow-covered ground;
    Not a flower could he see,
    Not a leaf on a tree.

    "Oh, what will become," says the cricket, "of me?”
    At last by starvation and famine made bold,
    All dripping with wet and all trembling with cold,
    Away he set off to a miserly ant
    To see if, to keep him alive, he would grant
    Him shelter from rain.
    A mouthful of grain
    He wished only to borrow,
    He'd repay it tomorrow;
    If not helped, he must die of starvation and sorrow.

    Says the ant to the cricket: "I'm your servant and friend,
    But we ants never borrow, we ants never lend.
    Pray tell me, dear sir, did you lay nothing by
    When the weather was warm?" Said the cricket,
    "Not I.
    My heart was so light
    That I sang day and night,
    For all nature looked gay.
    "'You sang, sir, you say?
    Go then, "said the ant, "and sing winter away."

    Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket
    And out of the door turned the poor little cricket.
    Though this is a fable, the moral is good
    If you live without work, you must live without food.

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