The Grasshopper

My little friend looks out at me;
He's chewing, chewing, chewing.
 

There are holes in the lid and grass in the jar;
He's chewing, chewing, chewing.
 

My friend stops and looks at me;
Still chewing, chewing, chewing.
 

"What's wrong?" I say.
He stares at me. He's not chewing, chewing, chewing.
 

I open the lid; he hops away.
I guess he didn't want to stay.