Little Ant Choo Choo Train

Five little ants, chugging along Alternatively, perhaps it was six, hard to tell I saw no engine nor did I see a caboose Saw no little smoke stack belching smoke Nor did I hear a whistle blow However, these little fellows were sure determined To get where they were going Or perhaps they were returning from where they had been. They let nothing stand in their way No obstacle blocked their travels However, every so often they seemed to stop As if to make sure they were headed the right way I wish I knew where they were headed For perhaps I would follow them And find a pleasant place to end my journey. I could well imagine the conversations Being conversed along their way Perhaps they were as interested in me As I was in them, but I think not For they continued on their way As I watched them slowly move along On their journey to someplace.