The ants grasp

October 6, 2017

The little ant who bit my hand

Who makes his home in hard sand

& protects his brother's land

Your jaws are fierce

Even my skin they pierce

Have nothing to fear

You are a strong dear

Stand with your beautiful peers

There is no maze you cannot build

You are apart of a Great Guild

We shall share the field

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