Jack

There was an ant;
His name was Jack.
He had many legs,
And he was small and black.

Jack could lift many things
Much heavier than he.
But he can't chirp like a cricket
Or buzz like a bee.

Deep in a hill,
Lived Jack and many others;
Sharing many tunnels
With all of his brothers.

Jack worked very hard,
From morning until noon.
He even worked,
By the light of the moon.

Though he hardly rested,
Jack never cried;
And he never complained,
Until the day he died.