To get his company
By his little hands and little feet
Endlessly he finds food
The Queen and company
He asks no questions of
And bothered not his why's
For it is to Queen and company
Does his life owe of
One day as he returned
To tithe communal feed
He found out to his dismay
Some got more than many
And as these ants sit and sleep
Unlike the little ant
Who spends their days with the Queen
And their nights with rest
Something arose in the little ant
In his little breast
The little ant told his peers
Who also feel the same
And yet, most care not
As long as life remains
So thus the little ant
Buries his will deep
For nothing may be done
When most ants cry defeat
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