Crawling in my house <br />Every sunny day <br />They are as quiet as a mouse <br />As they crawl down the bay <br />They walk in a straight line <br />Just like an enormous train <br />It contains ants more than nine <br />But this train has a big brain <br />Carrying food on their back <br />All kind of glorious food <br />To carry them they don't need sacks <br />They eat food bad and good <br />They walk barefoot on sand <br />And turn if there is a bend <br />Then I squished them with my hand <br />And that is their big end.<br /><br />Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-big-end/
