Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket,
And out of the door turned the poor little cricket.
Folks call this a fable. I'll warrant it true :
Some crickets have four legs, and some have two.
Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket,
And out of the door turned the poor little cricket.
Folks call this a fable. I'll warrant it true :
Some crickets have four legs, and some have two.
Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket,
And out of the door turned the poor little cricket.
Folks call this a fable. I'll warrant it true :
Some crickets have four legs, and some have two.
Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket,
And out of the door turned the poor little cricket.
Folks call this a fable. I'll warrant it true :
Some crickets have four legs, and some have two.
Says the ant to the
cricket, "I'm your servant
and friend,
But we ants never
borrow ; we ants never
lend.
But tell me, dear cricket,
did you lay nothing by
When the weather was
warm ?" Quoth the cricket,
"Not I !
Says the ant to the
cricket, "I'm your servant
and friend,
But we ants never
borrow ; we ants never
lend.
But tell me, dear cricket,
did you lay nothing by
When the weather was
warm ?" Quoth the cricket,
"Not I !
Says the ant to the
cricket, "I'm your servant
and friend,
But we ants never
borrow ; we ants never
lend.
But tell me, dear cricket,
did you lay nothing by
When the weather was
warm ?" Quoth the cricket,
"Not I !
Says the ant to the
cricket, "I'm your servant
and friend,
But we ants never
borrow ; we ants never
lend.
But tell me, dear cricket,
did you lay nothing by
When the weather was
warm ?" Quoth the cricket,
"Not I !
What do you think that of the ant's behaviour ? What was it like ?
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
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