by Tiffany J. Baker

Created on: April 18, 2008

I like to pretend
to be an ant
Plunder for food,
don't tell me I can't!

I watch them where
they go
I don't know why
they say "Goodbye",
I say "Hello!"

Down their path
they follow
No apparent pain
or sorrow.

Its the treasure
of food they seek
Their little world
so clever and meek.

Back to the queen
they go
No ribbons, no show.

Tireless excursions,
back to the hill
A life of labor untold,
no cheers and no frill.

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