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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