Ants- we work in endless toil,
Hurried feet across the soil,
Stopping just to procreate,
Then once more unto our fate,
Rats- we all live underground,
Scurried thoughts and whispered sound,
Surfacing for work and play,
Then back down come night or day.
Birds- we flock to distant lands,
Fluttered wings across the sands,
Making nests we hope will last,
Soon forgotten in our past,
Men- we take all that we see,
Muttered claims of destiny,
Building what we cannot grow,
Destroying all we do not know.
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