by Robert Michael Ballantyne

Come take up your Hats, and away let us haste
To the Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feast.
The Trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summoned the Crew,
And the Revels are now only waiting for you.

And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black,
Who carried the Emmet, his Friend, on his Back.
And there was the Gnat and the Dragon-fly too,
With all their Relations, Green, Orange, and Blue.

And there came the Moth, with his Plumage of Down,
And the Hornet in Jacket of Yellow and Brown;
Who with him the Wasp, his Companion, did bring,
But they promised, that Evening, to lay by their Sting.

A Mushroom their Table, and on it was laid
A Water-dock Leaf, which a Table-cloth made.
The Viands were various, to each of their Taste,
And the Bee brought her Honey to crown the Repast.

Then close on his Haunches, so solemn and wise,
The Frog from a Corner looked up to the Skies.
And the Squirrel well pleased such Diversions to see,
Mounted high over Head, and looked down from a Tree.
Then the Grasshopper came with a Jerk and a Spring,
Very long was his Leg, though but short was his Wing;
He took but three Leaps, and was soon out of Sight,
Then chirped his own Praises the rest of the Night.
 


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