The Ant
Always you treat me unimportant small beast
Which does not have in this low world to play any part
And Why thus for you am I funny?
the man
What ,so little are you to teach me
Of all that in advance I know
You are rejected by everyone
Because you are for any utility
You permits yourself to introduce into our houses
Without shouting station and
invitation to take all what does not belong to you
Whereas you do not open right
Fortunately that god creates you
small beast
to limit the damage of your rubbing
if you had a bigger size
You would have certainly ruined us without any fault
the ant
You have wrong and know that my
history Is full with glories
Which it was dictated since
creation By the very powerful god
It is not an imagined history
By some disturbed beings
But it is a reality which to you is intended
For as well as possible lighting
the man
to light me! shame with you, you are not productive
You are not educational
You not provided neither meat, neither milk, neither skin
Comparatively with the cow and his calf
You are unable to provide honey
Comparatively to the adorable bee
You are unable to be used as mounting
Like the elephant and his beautiful pace
You have any voice, neither ugly nor beautiful
Comparatively with the swallow
You cannot even a fabric weave
like the spider
the ant
If you can see well
Already I am for you a laboratory
O man extreme cases knowledge
Verses your urine in a hollow dish
A the exit of my anthill,
If you see that my community throws
In spite of the harmful odor of acidity
is to recover all that is sweetened
From that, know that you have the diabetes
When to introduce me into your houses
I open right without invitation
is not this step you who of force invite me
So that all the time I return to visit
the man
Your answers do not have me satisfied
do not think especially that I would be stupid
Car god gave me the intelligence
Comparatively to you limited to the instinct
And it is there the great difference
Of that point out
Then well are not said to me only if I had suddenly killed you
I would make a low register fished
the ant
And since you have the intelligence
Which is my deficiency
I leave this judgment in your heart and conscience
to know if you are reason or wrong
If you will be the cause of my death
By you informing that I am
Which was addressed to the Solomon prophet sitting on his saddle
And which made him a request
Which consisted so that his troupes would not warn inadvertently
On their passage my community
It with what he answered me by the smile
That my request is accepted with pleasure
All while you informing that the Job prophet on his bed of dead
did not return safety to the Gabriel angel which visited it
just with the third recovery, to only preserve still
the life of pernicious worms, which on his lips walked on
In order to prevent that it does not fall so that it is not the cause of his death
And not to live the remaining one of its days with remorse
the man
Hula! the ant, your verbosity
makes me insane of rage
Then stop your tank
I start to have of it enough
Of your lessons of morals
Which give me such an amount of evil
the ant
You will always find me on your passage
As long as you will not have made the decision wise
to put a term at your excess of wasting
Which is only with your disadvantage
And which obliges to me to make great cleaning
That you interpreters as being a plundering
Whereas it is only one recall for you
Of the utility in this low world of my work
The man
Would be certain that I would do in
kind what the devil carry you
more to see you with the threshold of my door
And not to be confronted more with a dialogue of this kind
Morality
the ant which divides your residence Is a sign that you are a large wasteful
Who accords to the corn grain any importance
As long as alive in the abundances
Only with the ant
I did not leave himself
there That will be it with a elephant requested my authorization
to start with me a discussion
God! all my excuses, Mister elephant
In all honesty I ask you for forgiveness
When to start with you a dialogue
Accords me time to stuff me of drug
