You otiose man, go to the ants!
Those will show you how they plan!
Abide by all that I advise:
put the small before thy eyes,
go and watch their hillocks rise,
consider their ways and be wise.
Are you dumber than an ant
who enters at your feet?
In summer she doth prep and plant,
so winter lets her eat!
She’s not hindered by the slant
of boulders we bequeath,
for she collects without a “can’t,”
and even sans a chief!