Like the lion, we want to be;
Holding everyone suspect
And thinking its flesh is fresh.
Like the ant, we work seriously and quickly;
Knowing not always where we go, or what we do
But holding to our destination.
Like the snake we slide;
Fearless to go into any hole.
After all, if life ends in a Hole,
That's the way it was meant to be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem