There once was an ant on a plant
“I would love to leave, but I can’t”
The plant was her home
So she could not be gone
Without the plant shouting her chant:
“I am your bright and morning star.
Together you know that we are
So be realistic
Without me you can’t get too far.”
She still dared to dream her dream,
Even while serving the queen.
Until one day
She stood to say
“This is not the life for me.”
So she left with only a “See ya!”
And climbed out of the Ocotea
She reached the ground
And there she found
A forest of Fabaceae.
There were four lined up in a row
On the last was a bright orange bow
With a sudden burst
She climbed up the first
And decided to make it her home.
Soon the sun started to shine
And she thought “All this is mine”
Until she heard
Those familiar words
“All to protect our divine!”
Her plant had begun to lean
Causing the Ocotea to scream
Hearing the cries
And clear the close plant from the scene.
They pruned and sprayed their acid
So the seedling would die more rapid
The plant turned black
And that was that
Now there’s only a space most vapid.
She must decide what to do
So on she went to tree two
But the same happened here
And she began to fear
As to plant number three she moved.
The farther she ran from her home
The more she began to groan
The Ocotea would afford
Her room and board
But instead she sat there alone.
As she sat in her pondering state
She heard screams that sounded irate
For up in the trees
A caterpillar gleamed
And smiled hungrily as he ate.
Without a moment to think
She climbed her host in a wink
And joined the workers
To push the percher
Off the leaf, over the brink.
Happily, she stayed in the tree
Now this is where she should be
“For the Ocotea!” she yelled
As all their voices swelled
“This is the perfect life for me!”