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A silly young cricket accustomed to sing Through the warm summer months of gay summer and spring Began to complain when he found that at home His cupboard was empty and winter had come, Not a flower could he see, not a leaf on a tree 'So what will become', said 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 In shelter from rain, a mouthful of grain He wished only to borrow, he'd repay it tomorrow If not he must die of starvation and sorrow! 'And tell me, Dear Sir, did you nothing lay 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 looks gay.' --- 'You sang, Sir, you say! Go then,' said the ant, 'and dance winter away!' Said the ant to the cricket; 'I'm your servant and friend But we ants never borrow, we ants never lend!'