On Hymettus’ purple hill,
Whence the streams of honey flow.
Wherefore thus a captive bear
To your nest the grasshopper?
Noisy prattler, cease to do
To your fellow-prattler wrong;
Kind should not its kind pursue—
Least of all the heirs of song.
Prattler, seek some other food
For your noisy, prattling brood.