THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CIDER PIGGIN.
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A hoppergrass, one sunny day, Turning hand-springs amid the hay, O'erleaped himself, and fell into A piggin of good apple brew. "Shame on you, thirsty little one," Cried the haymakers in the sun; The hopper took one draught, and then, Ere he flew off, addressed the men: "Good sirs," quoth he, "although one swallow Does not make summer, it would follow That several swallows were at fault If you had made that summersault."