Thousands upon thousands had gathered around the treasure
trove,
There it lay on the ground in a humungous heap scattered everywhere...
For all they looked they found their treasure in the distance,
Lines and lines of hunters came, carried their loot at hand,
no one grudged another, no one fought over the spoils, everyone grabbed weights worth ten times their own...
As far as I could see, thousands upon thousands of ants marched to the mountain of sugar I had put,
Big and small, red and black,
Older and younger, marching in order in a line,
Queues of them, akin to temples and god they thronged to collect their treasure...
In discipline they could every army to shame, onward and onward with one goal they marched, following the trail left by the one beyond...
None fought for more.
No jealously nor a hint of malice,There it lay on the ground in a humungous heap scattered everywhere...
For all they looked they found their treasure in the distance,
Lines and lines of hunters came, carried their loot at hand,
no one grudged another, no one fought over the spoils, everyone grabbed weights worth ten times their own...
As far as I could see, thousands upon thousands of ants marched to the mountain of sugar I had put,
Big and small, red and black,
Older and younger, marching in order in a line,
Queues of them, akin to temples and god they thronged to collect their treasure...
In discipline they could every army to shame, onward and onward with one goal they marched, following the trail left by the one beyond...
None fought for more.
They were satisfied with their share...
Like an army they did come, gone back home without a war, they had left clean this mountain of sugar
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