Such a little thing we call the ant,
It seems he has no word for “can’t”.
They’ll climb up over, around, and through,
It seems there is nothing ants can’t do.
They never quit, they never stay,
They always find another way
to get to where they need to go;
I wonder how they seem to know.
This bug so small, this tiny speck.
Can teach us all how to earn respect.
10/19/05
Gary Bryson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ants-3/
