ANTS

I am an ant
Children ask me to stop but I can’t
Oh! What to do! What to do!
I am so busy
Sometimes people call me crazy.

We are naughty sometimes
But not punished for our crimes
We are rushing through our way
to find grain in the pile of hay.

Red ants are dangerous
And courageous
Happy with ourselves we are sure
With the food we have in our store!