A is for the ant so tiny and small,
always on the move, never stopping for a second,
to look around and gape,
at the scenery all around.
Tell me oh little one,
where do you find the energy,
to be so hardworking and industrious?
Don’t you ever want to take a rest?
Your society is so organized,
your lot is united in everything you do,
I drop the tiniest grains of sugar on the floor,
and you immediately gather to carry it to your anthill.
Your ant hills are an engineering marvel,
with so many little cabins for your lot,
we have to learn the art of building designer hills,
from your marvellous engineering skills.
You come in so many shapes and sizes.
Some of you are small while some of you are big.
Some of you are black while some of you are red.
Some of you bite while others don’t.
When two of you meet,
you pause for the briefest of time.
In this tiny span of a moment,
I wonder what secrets you exchange.
You are tiny but you are also extremely strong.
You have the ability to carry,
grains that are several times your weight,
over distances that are big and small.
Oh, my little marvel of nature,
you truly leave me in awe,
of the marvellous mechanism of evolution,
that created something as wondrous as you.