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Copy of wall painting, tomb of Mentuhotpe, Thebes 

 

Once upon a time there was an Ant sitting on a leaf to think. He was tired of working, and his mother had sent him out to hunt for a little green Worm to stow away in the larder, but he did not want to do even that.

“I never saw such a stupid world!” he said aloud. “All there is to do is to carry out the earth all day long, or else go hunting for the family’s food, and I am tired of it all!”

Det är uppenbart att många har fascinerats av myror, för jag hittar både dikter och prosastycken som handlar om myror.

Inte minst jag själv, hör till de fascinerade, för jag hittar minst fyra blogginlägg om myror, här på bastmattan.

Ovanstående text kommer från en barnbok av Blanche Elizabeth Wade, ”Ant ventures”, med illustrationer av Harrison Cady

The Ant

The ant has made himself illustrious

Through constant industry industrious.

So what?

Would you be calm and placid

If you were full of formic acid?

                    Ogden Nash