A silly young cricket accustomed to singThrough the warm summer months of gay summer and springBegan 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 boldAll dripping with wet and all trembling with coldAway he set off to a miserly antTo see if to keep him alive he would grantIn shelter from rain, a mouthful of grainHe wished only to borrow, he'd repay it tomorrowIf not he must die of starvation and sorrow!'And tell me, Dear Sir, did you nothing lay byWhen the weather was warm?' Said the cricket, 'Not I!My heart was so light that I sang day and nightFor 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 friendBut we ants never borrow, we ants never lend!'
the poets are Anthony Keer,Aesop,Jenny Dooley are the authors
pls thumbs up hope it helped u:)
