Children, it is an ant
Among insects like a saint.
It seems a very little
But does others belittle.
By its sheer labour, 
Never fed up with diurnal course, 
Symbol of reckoning force
It shows a great fun, 
Makes other shun.
Makes house of its own
A commendable crown.
Gets up early
Ferret out meal quickly
Remarkable toil of its deed
People are surprised at, indeed.
Think over its action
Inculcate a bit of fraction
Keep it up regular
You will be singular!                
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