Grasshopper must learn.

Oh little locust!
How sweet you once looked,
Antennae swaying in the breeze,
Sharp legs coiled on the sheaf,

How tasty the wheat must seem,
Delicious are the crops of today,
Had your fill of just appearance,
Underneath the food decays,

You should have tended the fields that mattered,
Instead it looked a fuller crop,
You should not eat a dream to shatter,
Of the man who will never stop,

Never ate from fresher fields,
Gave them up, too much work,
Years ahead show bigger yields,
You will never know just what it’s worth,

It will hit you,
Stunning blows,
Leave you again in disbelief,
With just regret for what you chose.
 

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