THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE ANT
Mr. Hopper, strumming daily on his little ukelele,
Exclaimed to Mrs. Ant as he passed by:
"I should think you'd go berserk, ma'am,
Doing all that heavy work, ma'am!
Summer's brief! Why don't you play the same as I?"
Then replied his busy neighbor,
"I would rather play than labor,
But I'm storing food against a rainy day."
When he saw he couldn't stop her,
"Cheerio!" said Mr. Hopper,
"I'll be going, then, upon my merry way!"
Came at last the chilly winter!
Cold, and thinner than a splinter,
Mr. Hopper sought his neighbor's little door.
"I am starving, ma'am!" he blubbered.
"You've a bulging little cupboard!
Prithee, give me but a morsel from your store!"
Well, she pitied Mr. Hopper who had surely come a cropper!
But he perished ere she'd time to bid him stay.
As his tiny ghost departed, Mrs. Ant thought, sorry‑hearted:
"He forgot to think about that rainy day!"