once upon a time lived a little little ant
Had no enemies and haemoplenty
Day by day he dragged papers on a hump
suffered routine obediently
many many years he could give something to this world
he could change it as that to the best
But its poor poor hump so was tired, o ants gods
He so needed all time idle rest
Only one inscription will be on his tombstone
extra comme il faut, ants mum, don't worry
there will be written by gold on black marble
Just two little words, just «hurry-scurry»
about me
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