Again we're unprepared for the flying out brigade;
large black female ants seeking kingdoms to be made.
Actively hustled by worker-ants to quickly leave the nest,
they then laboriously, but blindly wander without rest,
They desire to catch a breeze to enable a take-off in the air,
so they can find and establish a new beginning somewhere.
Alas for all those countless millions who fail in their quest
they will become protein for the good of the rest.
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