The Grasshoppers

High
Up
Over the top
Of feathery grasses the
Grasshoppers hop.
They won't eat their suppers;
They will not obey
Their grasshopper mothers
And fathers, who say:
"Listen, my children,
This must be stopped —
Now is the time your last
Hop should be hopped;
So come eat your suppers
And go to your beds — M
But the little green grasshoppers
Shake their green heads.
"No
No—"
The naughty ones say,
"All we have time to do
Now is to play.
If we want supper well
Nip at a fly
Or nibble a blueberry
As we go by;
If we feel sleepy well
Close our eyes tight
And snoozle away in a
Harebell all night.
But not
Now.
Now we must hop.
And nobody,
NOBODY,
Can make us stop".