Millie and Lou

said their I Do's

on his hill in the middle of town.

Now everyone knew

they were an unlikely two

to marry and settle down.

In the space of one week

she crooned 'dear can we speak

I need you to buzz like a bee.'

Buzz like a bee?

My sweet that's not me.

In the course of one year

Millie whined 'dear

you must learn to bite like a flea.'

Bite like a flea?

Geeez-marie!

'Well then chirp like a bird.'

Chirp like a bird?

By dang that's absurd!

I'M AN ANT!

a mighty black ant

I can't and I shan't

chirp like a bird

buzz like a bee or bite like a flea.

But now I see

what everyone knew

that an ant and a gnat

were an unlikely two

and I'd be better off being

a 'me' than a 'we'.

So this story as I see

might say to you and me...

don't try to make a mighty oak

into a bending willow tree.