The Grasshopper and the Ants

Come here, son.

Listen, the good book says, the Lord provides.

There's food on every tree.

I see no reason to worry and work. No, sir, not me.

J' Oh, the world owes us a living

J' Oh, the world owes us a living

J' You shouldn't soil your Sunday pants like those other foolish ants

J' Come on, let's play and sing and dance J'

Hey!

Hi, Queenie.

You'll change that tune when winter comes

and the ground is covered with snow.

Oh, wintertime's a long way off. You dance? Let's go.