I am an Ant I am an Ant, and I carry this burden as I walk the branch.

I come, I go and I carry my piece of a bright green leaf. Why? I do not know, but there are many of us; thousands, millions, billions with this leaf held tight in our mandibles as we march day and night. They walk over me. I walk over them. Some build a bridge from their bodies over a stream so the rest of us can cross. Some have perished in their building, washed away down stream to find a new course. The rest of us just keep marching, with our big green leaf held high, for we are ants and know no other life.