Here you will find the Poem The Grasshopper of poet Conrad Potter Aiken
Grasshopper grasshopper all day long we hear your scraping summer song like rusty fiddles in the grass as through the meadow path we pass such funny legs such funny feet and how we wonder what you eat maybe a single blink of dew sipped from a clover leaf would do then high in air once more you spring to fall in grass again and sing.
