Once upon a sunny hill, there were ants with tasks to fill. With grains of gold and seeds so sweet, they scurried around on tiny feet.

All summer long, they worked and toiled, while the sun beamed and the water boiled. But nearby on a grassy glade, a Grasshopper fiddled in the shade.

The Ants called out, 'Come join the fun! Collect your grains before summer's done!' The Grasshopper laughed with a playful tone, 'I'd rather play than work alone!'

With a leap and a hop, he fiddled away, while the ants carried on day by day. The Grasshopper danced with joy so grand, hoping his music would fill the land.

Then came autumn, crisp and bright, with leaves a-whirling in their flight. The Ants, with storerooms filled with care, worked together with time to spare.

But our sweet fiddler ran out of luck, the ground turned cold with mud and muck. 'Dear Ants, dear Ants!' he cried in need. 'Could you spare a grain or seed?'

'All summer long you made merry,' said the ants, their voices steady and wary. 'While we worked hard in the summer heat, you played your tune instead of storing wheat.'

'Oh, dear friends, I do implore! I've learned my lesson, right to the core.' The Ants huddled, to share their thoughts, remembering laughter and the joy he'd brought.

'Come inside,' they finally said, 'Share our warmth, and break some bread. For music we need on winter's night, to fill our hearts with pure delight.'

From that day on, they lived together, sharing both music and their endeavor. They learned it's true that work comes first, but friends like these were a joyful thirst.

And so each season, side by side, they worked and played with nothing to hide. A lesson learned, a melody sweet, they found harmony on tiny feet.

So remember, little one, far and wide, kindness and hard work go side by side. In every deed, rhythm and rhyme, there's always room for sharing time.