The busy ants were spending
A cold, cold winter day
Drying, searing, tending
Grains gathered in summer’s gay
A grasshopper there came passing
Choking with famine
“Don’t mean to be harassing
Can I have something to dine?”
The ants they all inquired
“In summer, where were you?”
“I sang as I desired”
Cried the ‘hopper feeling blue
The ants spoke in derision
“You sang the summer away
You did not stock provision
Now dance off your dismay”

You managed to make me laugh out loud here!
Thank you for cheering my heart with your verse.
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You are most welcome.
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😃
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I love your writing!
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Thanks.
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Has always been a fond fable of mine…..should have paid it more mind…instead, The Giving Tree is where I was to climb…..swinging from a vine….no life line… Stock up for winter!!
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