What she did all the summer time?
“In summer time, good sir,” said she,
“Ah! these were merry months with me!
I thought of nothing but delight,
And sung, Lord, help me! day and night:
Through yonder meadows did you pass,
You must have heard me in the grass.”
“Ah!” cry’d the Ant, and knit his brow—
“But ’tis enough I hear you now;
And, Madam Songstress, to be plain,