Oh, tiny ant
You scurry along the ground
Searching for material
Lying all around.
You search for your food
Or something for your queen
And inside your tiny dome
Tis all a busy scene.
Scrouging to stay alive
Scurrying to make a living
Finding your own food
For the queen you're always giving
And yet to us you're nothing more
Than a thing to crush beneath our feet
When all you ever do is run
To find supplies or something to eat.
So today tiny ant
I will spare your life
You have enough problems.
You need no more strife.
Run along little ant,
I mean you no harm.
Run along tiny ant
Don't be alarmed.
Run along,
And be strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful rational poem, well penned with deep ideas..............