Ants, Although Admirable, are awfully aggravating by Walter R. Brooks
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.