Always I have heard the chant:
Go thou, Sluggard, to the Ant.
If I must look on insects, why
I’d rather be a Butterfly.
Butterflies dance in the sun ,
And dancing, have a lot of fun.
As I flutter, I shall pant:
“Who wants to be an Old Maid Ant?”
Perhaps I’ll come to realize
Fun’s no sin in other eyes;
That work as such and ties that bind
Are errors solely of mankind.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 19, 1948
