
Ants are building the Great-Ant-Hill
A fortress for ten million insects
With a thousand tunnels to their nests
All lined inside with cemented earth
And having ten chambers within each berth;
A quiet excitement pervades the work,
In the drainage channels soldiers lurk
And on the bridges more soldiers watch
No slave can run or shirk or botch;
And when from the forest on full moon nights
The shuttles run down from the heights
Of the highest trees to the neighbourhood
And feelers tap-tap through the woods
They sign the way to the guarded gates,
To the 7th wonder of the Great-Ant-State
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