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A bumble bee, yellow as gold

Sat perched on a red-clover top,

When a grasshopper, wiry and old,

Came along with a skip and a hop.

“Good morrow” cried he, “Mr. Bumble Bee,

You seem to have come to stop.”

“We people that work,” said the bee with a jerk,

“Find a benefit sometimes in stopping,

Only insects like you, who have nothing to do

Can keep perpetually hopping.”

The grasshopper paused on his way

And thoughtfully hunched up his knees:

“Why trouble this sunshiny day,”

Quoth he, “with reflections like these?

I follow the trade for which I was made

We all can’t be wise bumble-bees;

There’s a time to be sad and a time to be glad,

A time for both working and stopping,

For men to make money, for you to make honey,

And for me to keep constantly hopping.”