Oh the world owes me a living

Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum

Oh the world owes me a living

Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum



If I worked hard all day I might

Sleep badder when in bed at night

I sleep all day so that's alright

Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum



There once was an old grasshopper

Who could only think of fun

He looked on work as something too

Unpleasant to be done



He loved to sit in the summer sun

And fiddle all day long

While dozing there he played this air

And singed this little song



The north wind blew the leaves away

When winter came one stormy day

The snow fell fast upon the ground

No food nor shelter could be found



This old grasshopper sad and weak

Could hardly hop or view his feet

He slipped, He fell

Poor Chap, Farewell



Some ants stayed in their hilly home

Looked out and saw him sneezing

They soaked his feet in mustard sauce

He grew better soon

Now every day they hear him play

And sing this little tune



Oh I owe the world a living

Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo!

Oh I owe the world a living

Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo!



I got a bad cold in my head

You ants were right the time you said

You've got to work for all you get

Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo