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