Ants Poem by Gary Bryson
Ants
Such a little thing we call the ant,
It seems he has no word for “can’t”.
They’ll climb up over, around, and through,
It seems there is nothing ants can’t do.
They never quit, they never stay,
They always find another way
to get to where they need to go;
I wonder how they seem to know.
This bug so small, this tiny speck.
Can teach us all how to earn respect.
10/19/05
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4/25/2024 8:19:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You'll learn real respect, If you mess with fire ants. They attack in numbers when enraged The poison injected results in a blister Soon the skin in the area dies And it looks like a boil Which takes up to a month to heal. And the fire ant is as you say just a tiny speck. Poem was a fun read.