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[Up sprang the merry grasshoppers]

Up sprang the merry grasshoppers
Around her very feet;
A charm of many little wings
O'erspread the herbage sweet.
And from their city in the earth
To sunny thyme and heather.
The little conies in their mirth
Were come to play together.
The cuckoo's note came floating by,
To greet the sad new-comer;
But she stood frozen through and through,
Against the glee of summer.
“I have not happiness enow
To keep me warm,” said she;
“What should I do with all the days
That may remain to me?”