Ants, although admirable, are awfully aggravating
The busy ant works hard all day
And never stops to rest or play.
He carries things ten times his size,
And never grumbles, whines or cries.
And even climbing flower stalks,
He always runs, he never walks.
He loves his work, he never tires,
And never puffs, pants or perspires.
Yet though I praise his boundless vim
I am not really fond of him.
Walter R. Brooks.
*****
A knight and a lady
A knight and a lady
Went riding one day
Far into the forest,
Away, away.
"Fair knight," said the lady,
"I pray have a care.
This forest is evil;
Beware, beware."
A fiery red dragon
They spied on the grass;
The lady wept sorely
Alas! Alas!
The knight slew the dragon,
The lady was gay,
They rode on together,
Away, away.
*****
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