In the summer the ants were working,
Bringing food to their hill every day.
While the grasshopper sang in the sunshine,
On his fettle his song he did play.
Fie dee da dee da doo da dee da do
Fie dee do dee da dee dee da day
I will sing all the while, Neath the sunshine,
Neath the moon I will dance, I will play.
In the autumn the ants were still working,
But the grasshopper still did not care.
The ants asked,
Why don't you store food for winter?
When it's cold you'll have no food to spare.
Fie dee da dee da doo da dee da do Fie dee do dee da dee dee da day
Above us all there will always be sunshine,
And there always will be time to play.
Time went by and along came the winter,
And the wind gave a cold icy chill.
The hill fell down and there was no more sunshine,
So the grasshopper went up the hill.
Fie dee da dee da doo da dee da do Fie dee do dee da dee dee da day
I am cold, I am wet, I am hungry,
And I'm sorry I played the days away.
In the valley he went to the anthill,
He was cold and embarrassed instead.
But the ants told him that he was welcome,
Then he thanked them and felt really glad.
Fie dee da dee da doo da dee da do Fie dee do dee da dee dee da day
And the grasshopper said, In future seasons,
Work comes first, then I'll have time to play.