FABLE POETRY
BINGO THE BIG BLACK ANT
Bingo the big black ant
When a kid could not wear his pants
Now he is fully grown
Many questions to ask which makes him frown
Ever he would ask his elders
Who were teachers and knowledge builders
Uncle why do we go in a line
And collect food all the time
Uncle Bob said Bingo son nicely hear
Collection of food to us is very dear
If we do not work hard now
In difficult seasons there won’t be ways to how
We store this food for those seasons
When we cannot work for many reasons
We all follow each other in a line
So that we all reach home safe to dine
Dear bingo son start doing your work
You are big you can carry double truck
See son when we move together
A scent we leave behind for each other
If any black ant loses its way
It can smell and come on track right away
So work hard and do not cheat
If then you want to relax and eat.
©sunita grover raina2021
24/11/21
India
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