Scurrying across the path I saw this little ant. It bore a heavy burden, Its legs were all aslant.
It stopped every now and then And shifted the mouthful it had. But never gave up on the task: A persistent lady…or lad.
The prey in its jaws Was about its own size. But the long-legged ant Seemed found it tasty and nice.
I never did find out How the story ended. Did the ant succeed, As its way it wended?
Did the other ants in the nest Cheer at a successful chore? Or did the ant abandon Its task, and drag it no more?
I left it a mystery As I consigned the moment to history.