The ant,a prodigy of strength,Lifts objects twice his weight and length And never stops or sighs or glowers Because it’s after working hours.Though underground,he bears the onus And peril without thought of bonus,And never once is heard to mention Retiring on a tax-free pension.Nor does he frown or look askance At other,lighter-burdened ants.Not one to bicker,blame,or sob.The ant has but one flaw I see,To wit,he doesn’t work for me. The ant, a prodigy of strength, Lifts objects twice his weight and length And never stops or sighs or glowers Because it’s after working hours.Though underground, he bears the onus And peril without thought of bonus, And never once is heard to mention Retiring on a tax-free pension. Nor does he frown or look askance At other, lighter-burdened ants. One one to bicker, blame, or sob. The ant has but one flaw I see, To wit, he does not work for me.