The Dragonfly and the Ant
A Dragonfly, carefree and spry,
Sang through the summer and let time fly.
But soon she found, as fall grew cold,
The winter winds were harsh and bold.
The fields were bare, the days grew short,
And hunger left no room for sport.
She had no food, no warm retreat—
Not even crumbs or scraps to eat.
In desperation, filled with dread,
She came to the hardworking Ant and said:
"Please, dear friend, help me out!
Lend me food to last the drought.
Just a little to get by,
Until the warm days of July."
The Ant, however, shook her head,
And asked, "What did you do instead?
Did you work at all in summer's heat?"
"Work? Why, no! I sang—how sweet!
Day and night, without a care,
I sang all summer in the air."
"You sang all summer?" the Ant said,
"How grand! Well, now go dance for bread!"