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A grasshopper lazed in the summer sun,
Watching the ants as, one by one,
They stored away seeds, leaves and grass,
And grasshopper laughed: “Dear me, alas!

“How foolish are these ants to toil,
When the summer sun is on the boil,
Why don’t they enjoy the heat with me?”
And he kicked up his heels so carelessly.

I am the grasshopper !