Little Ant
up on a hill
tryin' ta' do
what little ants will.
tryin' ta' fill
that little ant hill.
and still
it ain't full.
Bull.

all day long
lift & carry,
tote & barge.
no time to tarry.
" Ok Sarge,
that piece is too large.
Hey Harry,
give me a hand.
get this piece up on dry land."

does Little Ant
ever blink?
stop & think
"man this job stink?"
then he gives old Harry a wink.
"gotta keep goin'
or we'll sink."

"when's enuff's enuff
of carryin' this stuff?"
man-oh-man
an ant's life sure is tough.
"hey Sarge,
this life's too rough.
this job's too tough."

ain't that ant
a lot like a Man?
lived his life
and all he did was ran.
tryin' ta' fill
his little ant hill
with "stuff".
sure makes a man's
life be rough.

"Hey Man,
when's enuff's enuff?"