Autor: fara autor
The Cicada, having sung
All summer long,
Found herself wanting
When the north wind came.
Not a single morsel
Of fly or tiny worm.
She went begging for food
To her neighbour the Ant,
Asking her to lend her
Just a few grains to get by
Until the next season.
\"I will pay you back, she said,
Before August, animal\'s honor,
Interest and principal.\"
The Ant is no lender:
This is the least of her faults.
\"What were you doing during the warm days?
She said to this borrower.
-Night and day no matter what
I was singing, like it or not.
-You were singing? I\'m very glad:
Very well, start dancing now.\"
