On Seeing Jean Georges Vibert's "The Grasshopper and the Ant"

Warmer months have gone
Three months since I last had a merry time
And too long 'til I will be able to again.

I never had none,
And what I had, whatever dime,
The ant came and called it a gain.

The lyre kept me alive
Gave me clothes upon my back
The ant came and called it indolence.

Now with feet trembling and stomach empty
A fat ant do I search out for help
And dance he bids me!