The most successful of ants

I looked down when I was on the mountain top
And I saw the ants go scurrying by.
Tiny as they were they thought themselves huge
But they didn’t take long to die.

They scrutinized every move they made,
Those self important sots.
They busted their asses and never got laid,
Preferring to play their dreary little lots.


And so they marched in their little lines
And I watched them go on and on,
And They ate every thing around them,
Until all their food was gone.


They ignored every good thing that couldn’t be consumed,
Preferring to eat and eat and eat.
The last of them starved to death near some lovely new houses,
On top of the giant dead ant heap.