Run here, little ant,
For the pretty bird can’t.
I want you to come,
And live at my home;
I know you will stay,
And help me to play.
Stop making that hill,
Little ant, and be still;
Come creep to my feet,
Here is sugar to eat.
Say are you not weary,
My poor little deary,
With bearing that load,
Across the wide road?
Leave your hill now, to me,
And then you shall see,
That by filling my hand,
I can pile up the sand,
And save you the pains,
Of bringing these grains.
THE ANT’S ANSWER.
Stop, stop, little miss,
No such building as this,
Will answer for me,
As you plainly can see.
I take very great pains,
And place all the grains
As if with a tool,
By a carpenter’s rule.
You have thrown the sand
All out of your hand,
And so filled up my door,
That I can’t find it more.
My king and my queen
Are choked up within;
My little ones too,
Oh what shall I do?
You have smothered them all
With the sand you let fall;
I must borrow, or beg,
Or look for an egg,
To keep under my eye,
For help by-and-by.
A new house I must raise,
In a very few days,
Nor stand here and pine,
Because you’ve spoilt mine.
For when winter days come,
I shall mourn for my home;
So stand out of my way,
I have no time to play.
KIGGINS & KELLOGG,
Publishers, Booksellers, & Stationers,
123 & 125 William St.
Also Manufacturers of every description of
ACCOUNT BOOKS,
MEMORANDUMS and PASS BOOKS,
a large stock of which is constantly kept on hand. Their assortment of
SCHOOL
AND
MISCELLANEOUS BOOKS,
And of Foreign and Domestic
STATIONERY,
Is very complete, to the inspection of which they would invite Country Merchants before purchasing elsewhere.
ALSO PUBLISH,
REDFIELD’S TOY BOOKS,
Four Series of Twelve Books each
BEAUTIFULLY ILLUSTRATED,
Price, One, Two, Four, and Six Cents.
