The Ant and Me​
by Rex Miller​
I opened up my palm to see an ant​
waving all his arms in such a rant.​
Bending close, to my surprise, I heard a voice,​
it seemed this little ant he had no choice.​
I don't know why I left the path and then​
my giant feet had trampled on his den.​
The little ant explained they'd built a nest​
but now a crumpled mess he must protest.​
Deep down I knew my feet had done me wrong​
when walking where I just did not belong​
if only I had stayed upon the path​
this ant might be at home sat in the bath.​
I felt so sorry for this little chap​
I took him home and sat him on my lap​
then once asleep I placed him on my bed​
and even let him cuddle up to ted,​
I knew right then the ant and me were friends​
I hoped a life with me might make amends.​