Yet still she keeps on plodding onward,
So light in heart and free of limb;
Muscling in her arms a captured fly,
She sails,—a pirate maritime.
O toil most great,—O distance infinite!
From tree to tree the cord is strung,
But naught dissuades the plucky ant
Who rides the rope the trees among.
Heave ho! the wind is rising higher,
And thief and prey are almost gone;