Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam- <br />To fare away far away, far away from home. <br />He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his ma's consent <br />To see what he should chance to see and here's the way he went <br />Up and down a fern frond, round and round a stone, <br />Down a gloomy gully where he loathed to be alone, <br />Up a mighty mountain range, seven inches high, <br />Through the fearful forest grass that nearly hid the sky, <br />Out along a bracken bridge, bending in the moss, <br />Till he reached a dreadful desert that was feet and feet across. <br />'Twas a dry, deserted desert, and a trackless land to tread, <br />He wished that he was home again and tucked-up tight in bed. <br />His little legs were wobbly, his strength was nearly spent, <br />And so he turned around again and here's the way he went- <br />Back away from desert lands feet and feet across, <br />Back along the bracken bridge bending in the moss, <br />Through the fearful forest grass shutting out the sky, <br />Up a mighty mountain range seven inches high, <br />Down a gloomy gully, where he loathed to be alone, <br />Up and down a fern frond and round and round a stone. <br />A dreary ant, a weary ant, resolved no more to roam, <br />He staggered up the garden path and popped back home.<br /><br />Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ant-explorer/
