Atop the blade of grass he stood –
The mighty little ant that could.
“Why climb,” the other ants had asked?
“Because it’s there,” he’d said at last.
Atop the blade of grass he stood –
The mighty little ant that could.
“Why climb,” the other ants had asked?
“Because it’s there,” he’d said at last.
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