SONGS FOR THE

THE ANTS.

  

A little black ant found a large grain of wheat,
Too heavy to lift or to roll;

So he begged of a neighbor he happened to meet,

To help it down into his hole.

I’ve got my own work to look after, said he ;

You must shift for yourself, if you please ;
So he crawled off as selfish and cross as could be,
And lay down to sleep at his ease.

Just then a black brother was passing the road,
And seeing his brother in want,

Came up and assisted him in with his load,

For he was a good-natured ant.

Let all who this story may happen to hear,
Endeavor to profit by it;

For often it happens that children appear

As cross as the ant, every bit.

And the good-natured ant who assisted his
brother ,

May teach those who choose to be taught,

That if little insects are kind to each other,

Then children most certainly ought.