Happy little ant walking a crowded ant parade
Bearing tasty little bits, into the misty shade.
Cheerful ants are walking on a well-marked, well-known trail,
For ants get all their feeling from the odors that they smell.
One happy little ant walks ’til he stops to smell and see
Another little ant is dead, his chemicals set free
To flow upon the wind. Just as the ants know where to go
By smelling, the last smells of his dead comrade let him know.
The little ant looks all around, as if to hush a crowd;
He seems to rub his chin, and then sends up another cloud
Of pheromones, to tell his family ants of what is here.
The ant then shrugs his shoulders, and moves on, without a tear.
The happy little ant continues down the well-marked road
For no ant cries for ants; instead, he walks on with his load.