Grasshopper <br />grasshopper <br />all day long <br />we hear your scraping <br />summer song <br />like <br />rusty <br />fiddles <br />in <br />the <br />grass <br />as through <br />the meadow <br />path <br />we pass <br />such funny legs <br />such funny feet <br />and how we wonder <br />what you eat <br />maybe a single blink of dew <br />sipped from a clover leaf would do <br />then high in air <br />once more you spring <br />to fall in grass again <br />and sing.<br /><br />Conrad Potter Aiken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grasshopper-2/
