As the dawn begins to show the ants go marching from their home, They take the same familiar path for routine sake and what they know, The sun is up and work begins they do their jobs and move along, Each one careless for the next but working towards the same old song, At high noon they stop to admire just how for that they have come, Then its back to work again for fear in that they could be shunned, By afternoon they get so tired breathing in the humid air, They only wonder if there is another way out of here, Now the sun is setting down into twilight and the dark, The ants are all just people too living inside human park,