I.THE SONG OF THE CRICKET
1.Yes，the world is big；but I’ll do my best，Since I happen to find myself in it，-And I‘ll sing my loudest along with the rest，Though I’m neither a lark nor a linnet，And strive for the goalwith as tireless zest ，Though I know that I never may win it.
2.For shall no bird sing but the nightingale？
No flower bloom but the rose？
3.Nay，the world is so big that it needs us all To make enough music in it；And the world wants melodye‘enfrom the small-We have nothing to do but begin it.
So I’ll chirp my merriest out with them all，Though I‘m neither a lark nor a linnet！
II.THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL
4.The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel，And the former called the latter “Little prig.”Bun replied：
You are doubtless very big；But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in togetherTo make up a year And a sphere .
5.I think it no disgrace To occupy my place.
If I’m not so large as you，You are not so small as I，And not half so spry ：
If I cannot carry forests on my back.Neither can you crack a nut！
