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TO THE ANT.
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Two little girls carried a piece of sugar for some months, every day, from the breakfast table, to a family of ants, and one of them said thus:
Come here, little ant,
For the pretty bird can't.
I want you to come,
And live at my home;
For the pretty bird can't.
I want you to come,
And live at my home;
I know you will stay,
And help me to play.
Stop making that hill,
Little ant, and be still.
And help me to play.
Stop making that hill,
Little ant, and be still.
Come, creep to my feet,
Here is sugar to eat.
Say, are you not weary,
My poor little deary,
Here is sugar to eat.
Say, are you not weary,
My poor little deary,
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With bearing that load,
Across the wide road?
Leave your hill now, to me,
And then you shall see,
Across the wide road?
Leave your hill now, to me,
And then you shall see,
That by filling my hand,
I can pile up the sand,
And save you the pains
Of bringing these grains.
I can pile up the sand,
And save you the pains
Of bringing these grains.
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