There once was a hive
and in this hive lived a family of five
A lion, a snake, a chimp and a crow
But wait, we must not forget, oh no- we can't
there was the tiniest of the tiniest, of an ant
The lion and the chimp
fierce and strong- and my oh my, they were always wrong
The snake and the crow
intelligent, aye smart- but my the things they missed, that they were slow
A tiny ant who did what was fair
as a matter of fact, he did more than his share
What he loved more than
walks, flowers, hell- even life
was rain and thunder that struck like a knife
he did not believe in putting a smile on his face
or a face on his smile
he believed this was false, he believed this was vile
when the thunder struck, it gave him a sense
a sense, of how to make sense
The ant was small
smaller than small
he was so small
he couldn't even dream of being called anything close to tall
And it was this reason
that in this season
of rain, wind and snow
That all died
but how was he to know
his weakness
was what made him strong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem