There was this ant,
that lived on a hill,
of working hard, and being a slave,
he had, had his fill.
So One day he decided to roam,
in search of a better place,
seeking a nicer home.
It wasn't long before he saw a ship,
I know he said to himself,
I will take a trip.
So up the gang plank he did creep,
feeling tired he found a nice warm place,
curled up, and went to sleep.
In the morning when he awoke,
he got a big surprise,
for everywhere he looked,
there was nothing but water, and lots of sky.
Following his nose, to the galley he went,
where He found lots of goodies,
so a little time at each dish he spent
He ate, and ate, getting ever so fat,
but then the cook saw him,
SPLAT
The moral of this story is,
be satisfied with what one's got,
by seeking greener pastures,
sometimes, one can lose the lot
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