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THE ANT'S ANSWER.
Stop, stop, little miss,
No such building as this
Will answer for me,
As you plainly can see.
No such building as this
Will answer for me,
As you plainly can see.
I take very great pains,
And place all the grains
As if with a tool,
By a carpenter's rule.
And place all the grains
As if with a tool,
By a carpenter's rule.
You have thrown the coarse sand
All out of your hand,
And so fill'd up my door,
That I can't find it more.
All out of your hand,
And so fill'd up my door,
That I can't find it more.
My King and my Queen
Are chok'd up within;
My little ones too,
Oh what shall I do?
Are chok'd up within;
My little ones too,
Oh what shall I do?
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You have smother'd them all,
With the sand you let fall.
I must borrow or beg,
Or look for an egg,
With the sand you let fall.
I must borrow or beg,
Or look for an egg,
To keep under my eye,
For help by and by,
A new house I must raise,
In a very few days,
For help by and by,
A new house I must raise,
In a very few days,
Nor stand here and pine,
Because you've spoilt mine.
For when winter days come,
I shall mourn for my home;
Because you've spoilt mine.
For when winter days come,
I shall mourn for my home;
So stand out of my way,
I have no time to play.
I have no time to play.
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