The Picnic
Cakes and cookies
Mess their crumbs,
For tiny ants
With tiny thumbs
They scurry in line
To clean up the mess
To feed their queen
Under so much stress
You see, she has many duties
And soldiers to rule,
She has no time
To fetch her own fuel
So shake off your blanket
And leave your crumbs
For the tiny ants
With tiny thumbs
Andrea Vermaak
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