The Ant and The Cricket - Adapted from Aesop’s fables

 

The Ant and The Cricket By Adapted from Aesop’s fables (source TN Text book)

 

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 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.

And a mouthful of grain.

He wished only to borrow;

He’d repay it tomorrow;

 

If not, 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.

 

But tell me, dear cricket,

Did you lay anything by

When the weather was

warm?” Quoth the cricket,

“Not I!”

 

My heart was so light

That I sang day and night,

For all nature looked gay.”

“For all nature looked gay”.

“ You sang, Sir, you say?

 

Go then”, says the ant, “and dance the winter away”.

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.