Ant Farm
I have an ant farm and the ant that lives there works very hard,
He makes sure that his house is always neat and so is his yard.
When I stop by to look in on him I can see he loves me oh so much,
And I always want to keep him safe so on to him tightly I will clutch.
One day my brother asked me how I know just what he thinks of me,
I told him put my ant it to the test then he would also see.
So my brother got out a magnifying glass to get a better look,
In the light the heat built up and my poor ant began to cook.
My brother burnt down his house with his whole ant family,
As well as everything my ant had ever built as near as I could see.
Then the other farmer ants came to comfort their little friend,
And to see what he had done wrong in hopes that they’d transcend.
My ant’s wife said he had it coming and of the reasons she’d made a list,
It made my ant so mad at me that he stood up and shook his four ant fists.
Here is the lesson that I learned, I hope that I’m not being too verbose,
If you want to know how someone thinks don’t look at them too close.
When you put them under the microscope their faults are out of scale,
And in the end they’ll have no other choice but in your eyes to fail.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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