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Build Your Little Mountain, Ant
by Mark Hunter
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Build your little moutain, Ant.
Stack that dirt up high
And when the wind shall puff and pant
It won't be cause to cry.
For when the snow starts screaming down
Mixed with sleet and rain
And knocks your castle to the ground
It's time to build again.
'Cause that's your only thing to do,
That's your little chore
Every day you start a new,
And go on making more.
But what if, ant, we made a pact,
To save you this construction
And I could keep your house intact
Preventing this destruction.
I could erect a rain-proof dome
Around the hold you dug
So you could have and keep your home
You lazy little bug.
But, then what would you do
Bored inside your shell
Just trudging around the whole day through
Stuck in a living hell.
No, Ant, I would not put you through
A fate as dull as that
Which is why I gratefully use my shoe
To leave your little mountain flat.
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