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The cricket to the corn-crake came one day, / Shivering, yet buzzing in his wanton way, / And said: "I'm slain / By hunger, brother, turn thou not from me; / 'Tis winter, and I only beg of thee / A little grain. " / The corn-crake grinned and said in tone sublime: / "Where wert thou hidden in the harvest time, / Thou dinning drone?
Why didst thou not come with us to the fields / To gather something for thy winter meals / Of what had grown? " / "O, I was entertaining with my rhymes / The vineyards, and the fig trees, and the thymes / The summer long. " / "No then," replied the corn-crake, "not a seed / Have I for such as thou; go home and feed / Upon thy Song. "