Poems: Nature’s Greatest Army

This is nature’s greatest army,
Though it is the smallest;

When it comes to world war though,
It can beat the tallest.

Zillions of warriors are all around,
Wherever you look, up and down.

These little creatures like to eat sweet,
Whenever they are allowed to have a treat.

Lunch, dinner, midnight snack,
They are always sitting in a pack.

Their long rows are as black as coal,
They even bore a hole through a bowl.

They cut, kill, and work at the mill,
Though they live in a puny hill.

These, my friends are none other than ants.
But be careful, they like your pants

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