We will laugh at the ant
Scurrying from heap to heap
We will make merry while he toils
While he hefts grains broader than his chest
Up the log while the morning sings
Over the foliage while the dew leaves the leaves
We will scamper in the undergrowth
Spread out our wings to be tinged with the rainbow
Oh, we will greet the morning with a song
Tease the day with our play
Retire the night with our romance
We will laugh at the ant
At his stock of grains
And his stock of crumbs
Perfectly lined to please his eye
Wall to wall, floor to roof
We will follow him across the forest trail
Sipping the nectar he is too busy to see
Exploring the side paths he can only wonder where they lead
He will hear our singing all day long
He will mark our laughter
He will vow to see the flowers we have seen
To bask in the rainbow we had flown in
Oh how he will make us beg for warmth in his hearth
And for crumbs from his table
How he will stand on a pedestal
And lecture us, and wave at his hoard
Of grains and crumbs, stretching wall to wall
And we cannot bargain with the song in our heart
Nor share the memories of our adventures
We cannot advance the taste of our romance
Nor trot out the singe of the rainbow.
But it's our season
And we have made a reason
For the next season to come
The next season to come and find us frozen in the fields
Our memories floating in the air
For those who will once again dance in the rain.
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