9.2.11

Don't forget the lyrics Boyeeeeeeeeeeeee!


Over the years I have realized that I have an amazing ability to procrastinate...maybe not that word...I am more of a putting things off-er.

More times then not this poem comes to my mind when attempting to teach my children the dangers of slothfulness and too much revelling (lost you yet?).

In Elementary School my teacher Mrs. LeBlanc taught us this poem.

I should actually say she strongly impressed it upon us to learn the words inside out and even had time in class ascribing it in our notebooks, reciting it after O'Canada and The Lord's Prayer in the morning-it was something looking back now that seemed very important to her and something she wanted us to get.

I remembered all the words through grade school but forgot them as I grew older...for the past two weeks I have had moments where I have absolutely racked my brains trying to remember the words-and denied the instant satisfaction of a quick Google fix.

Tonight I gave in...

The Ant And The Cricket
Anonymous

A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing
Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring,
Began to complain, when he found that at home
His cupboard was empty and winter was come.
Not a crumb to be found
On the snow-covered ground;
Not a flower could he see,
Not a leaf on a tree.

“Oh, what will become,” says the cricket, “of me?”
At last by starvation and famine made bold,
All dripping with wet and all trembling with cold,
Away he set off to a miserly ant
To see if, to keep him alive, he would grant
Him shelter from rain.
A mouthful of grain
He wished only to borrow,
He’d repay it to-morrow;
If not helped, he must die of starvation and sorrow.

Says the ant to the cricket: “I’m your servant and friend,
But we ants never borrow, we ants never lend.
Pray tell me, dear sir, did you lay nothing by
When the weather was warm?” Said the cricket, “Not I.
My heart was so light
That I sang day and night,
For all nature looked gay.”
“You sang, sir, you say?
Go then,” said the ant, “and sing winter away.”

Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket
And out of the door turned the poor little cricket.
Though this is a fable, the moral is good—
If you live without work, you must live without food.


I don't ever want to be a Cricket or a Corky for that matter...(If you don't know who the lady in the picture is this last note probably confused you a bit-sorry!)

CJ

pro·cras·ti·nate (pr-krst-nt, pr-)
-To put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.
-To postpone or delay needlessly

1 comment:

  1. "If you fail to plan, you plan to fail"

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