Le Poem -This is what the rug says:
The cricket had sung her song all summer long but found her victuals too few when the north wind blew. Nowhere could she espy a single morsel of worm or fly.
Her neighbor, the ant, might, she thought, help her in her plight, and she begged her for a little grain till summer would come back again.
“By next August I’ll repay both Interest and principal; animal’s oath.”
Now, the ant may have a fault or two
But lending is not something she will do.
She asked what the cricket did in summer.
“By night and day, to any comer I sang whenever I had the chance.”
“You sang, did you? That’s nice. Now dance.”