The philosophy of ants: A poem 

If we had the philosophy of ants, 

would we have too much on our hands? 

Would we walk foot-naked on instincts’ sands 

and hear their compelling orchestra’s strands? 

If we were duty-bound like ants, 

would we ceaselessly till our lands? 

Would we ever wonder how flowers stand 

and admire the rich rainbow’s bands? 

Ants have an ideology, and so do bees 

They save for the day good seasons cease 

Work is their ethic, as they resolutely heave 

Can we ever dispute what they believe? 

We build grand structures and carve futures 

Yet, we also have time for play and leisure 

If animals had more than just mere instinct, 

would it make humanity all that distinct?