Old Daddy Grasshopper’s keeping a school,
Funniest ever was seen;
All the wee grasshoppers stand, as a rule,
Dressed in their jackets of green.
No little grasshopper’s ever a dunce,
Plenty of leisure for play.
Old Daddy Grasshopper shows him but once,
Then he goes hopping away.
Learning to hop, hoppity hop!
Hoppity, hoppity, hoppity hop!
Out in the sun, isn’t it fun,
Learning to hoppity hop!
Grasshoppers learn to sing as they go,
Clapping their green shiny wings;
Though it is funny, ’tis true, as you know,
That’s how the grasshopper sings.
All in the summer-time, under the grass,
Or where the wild flowers grow,
If you but listen, you’ll hear as you pass,
Singing and hopping they go.