A silly young cricket
Sat on a wicket
Singing all summer long

He strummed his guitar
And danced all the while
Other creatures were busy
Gathering their pile

Soon winter came
And he began to complain
For he hadn’t a morsel to nibble on.

So off he went
In the wind and rain

The Silly Cricket [Illustrations by Kusum Chamoli]
The Silly Cricket [Illustrations by Kusum Chamoli]

To the little black ants
For a mouthful of grain.

But ants don’t lend

They don’t borrow
“You should have worked, “they said in sorrow.

85 words | 0 minutes
Readability: Grade 3 (8-9 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores

Filed under: poems
Tags: #cricket

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