saw ant sipping dew off a leaf
waving antennae, wiping face
hanging there upside is great
i can't imagine doing myself
running up and down at ease
it's wonderful to be small, agile
a crystal cube of sugar is enough
whereas we use three teaspoons
thousands of cubes, thousands ants
everybody is working, no unemployed
amazing team efforts even in battles
retirement is death to them, would you?
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