Huge black ant spotted a tree;
It was larger than most, but so was he.
The ant climbed on the scratchy bark
Of the tree that was growing in the park.
He ran to the top and then back down,
Then up again without a sound.
All day long the ant did the same,
Playing some sort of up and down game.
As the sun set that night, the ant grew weary.
He even cried because he felt rather teary.
So he leaped to the ground and slept under a leaf
And snored the night away, grinding his teeth.
While he was asleep a snail came along,
Singing and swaying to his favorite song.
He saw the tree and looked up to the top
And started to climb with a kick and a hop.
He moved real slow, as snails often do,
As he gazed at the stars spread ‘cross the carpet of
At sunrise the ant, who was now wide awake,
Went for a swim in a cool, deep lake.
He ran back to the tree and was ready to go
When he spotted the snail going up real slow.
“Hurry! Hurry up the tree,” the ant cried
And ran up the tree and stopped by the snail’s side.
“You’re in my way and ruining my fun.
Get out of my way; I’m getting hot in the sun.”
The snail turned and smiled at the angry ant.
“I’d hurry, but you see, I’m a snail and I can’t.”
After waiting and waiting on the snail all day long,
The ant climbed back down. “This is really quite
With a sigh he looked over and saw a tree big as can
“I’ll just move to this one, it’s the same to me.”
All day long he ran up and he ran down
With a grin on his face, not a sign of a frown.