An ant wandered on the street,
His life dead, without any beat.
He wanted fame,
And could do anything for the same
He thought to make ants a name,
As they were considered as very lame.
“Let’s bite a man,” said the ant
“and teach them to tighten their pants”
So he scuttled through the lane,
And climbed the house through the window pane.
He bit the man’s wife
And ran for his life
But lost his leg in the windowpane,
Alas! Now he could never walk again.
He could do nothing, just waited and laid.
“It must have been a bug”, the lady said
The ant was furious,
Now he was delirious.
So he scuttled through the lane,
And climbed the house through the window pane.
He bit the man’s wife
And ran for his life
But lost his leg in the windowpane,
Alas! Now he could never walk again.
He could do nothing, just waited and laid.
“It must have been a bug”, the lady said
The ant was furious,
Now he was delirious.
For everything laid vain,
And thus, he dragged himself through the lane