Aesop called you like your kin, the grasshopper, sluggard,
For heeding not your want for the rainy day;
In summer you fiddle all day and the whole night through,
Lilting the spirits of those at work or play.
I say, what could earn best their place and their existence,
But to unburden the load of the world;
Etching a living, each thought nothing else but living,
Than sweet violin and a li’l kind word?
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