Of the feathery grasses, the grasshoppers hop.
They won't eat their suppers,
They will not obey
Their grasshopper mothers and fathers who say:
"Listen my children, this must be stopped.
Now is the time your last hop should be hopped.
So come eat your suppers and go to your beds."
But the little grasshoppers just shake their green heads.
"no, no," the naughty ones say.
"All we have time to do now is to play.
If we are hungry we'll nip at a fly,Or nibble a blueberry as we go by.
But not now. Now we must hop.
And no one, but no one can make us stop."
The end
2 comments:
What a thrill to find this poem!! I memorized this poem in the first grade and have never forgotten it!
I was only 6 when I loved it, and I am not 68, so that means this has "stuck" for 62 years with such a joyful connotation.
Wow. I stand amazed.
I've been missing out two lines!! My grandmother used to recite this to my mother when she was little, as my mother did to me, and now I've spent the past two years telling this story to my daughter every bedtime. :-D
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