A little brown ant came running by,
My reflection caught his shiny eye
A green leaf sat upon his back,
It looked as if he held a sack
I asked where he was racing to,
And what it was he had to do
All aquiver in his haste,
He ran on by, no time to waste.
A busy toad came hopping by
He stopped to snatch a butterfly
So content and happy he did seem,
As he stared at me with eyes a gleam
He would not say a word to me,
‘Though, I was nice as nice could be
For when I said “hello”, why then,
He just went hopping off again.