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Ants don’t care for your harassing...
In the depth of trees and plants,
Three days long they keep on passing:
Tens of thousands of ants.
Like a porter, only tiny,
Lugging his folk’s heavy haul,
This one’s very black and shiny
And the strongest ant of all!
Forest anthills and ant mounds
Real train stations one could call:
With big bags, ants make their rounds
Through each foyer, door, and hall.
Full of stamina and power,
This tough ant has made it straight
To a tall, amazing tower,
Total stories – forty-eight.
Ants
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