A Letter from Rocky

Rocky, a little ant walks on mountain’s wall

His tiny feet creeps travel far, very far!

He’s chased away by people in the city hall

Rocky, makes up mouth for fare, afar!

Rocky is runnin’, stumblin’, and runnin’

But a man is empty dumpy grumbler one

He desires to get something for nothin’

Both rocky and he are running for won

A little ant standing tall as a Mountain

Making hay when the sun is shining

Give me letter, letter on paper razor-thin

He conveyed “I am a tiny, little wee thing!”

Alas! Poor Rocky a little ant

With striving hard without regard and end

I feel the world away in my shoulder

I feel so sorry for this grumbler

I see the real fighter is a little ant

I feel my world better in the end