Tiny Troopers
Marching in line, six legs on the ground,
These mini-soldiers do not make a sound.
Nature's army, tough as can be,
Fighting for the queen and colony.
Antennae twitching, always alert,
Ready for battle in leaves and dirt.
No fear, no doubt, just pure dedication,
Defending their home with determination.
Scouts lead the way, workers follow through,
Soldiers guard flanks, and the enemy pursues.
Each has a role, a job to do,
In this six-legged army, tried and true.
Mandibles sharp, like swords they wield,
Exoskeletons are hard, a living shield.
Some spray acid, chemical warfare,
Others lift weights that seem unfair.
United they stand, divided they're strong,
Cooperation's their marching song.
Tiny in size but huge in might,
These insects put up one hell of a fight.
From desert sands to the forest floor,
These troops wage their tiny war.
No medals given, no glory sought,
Just instinct-driven battles fought.
So next time you see an ant hill rise,
Look closer, you might realise:
These aren't just bugs that make you squirm,
They're nature's soldiers, firm.
Respect the ant, this mini-marine,
Part of Earth's oldest war machine.
In strength and numbers, they'll survive,
The mighty, mighty ant hive jive!
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