Only insects like you,
Who have nothing to do,
Can keep up a perpetual 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,