There once was an ant, who always said can’t,
But it’s not quite what you would think.
She said it to others – friends, sisters, and brothers –
And was always raising a stink.
She was the queen, didn’t mean to be mean,
She would ask them to do some stuff.
They’d go to their work, over shoulder she’d lurk,
Finally saying, “It’s not good enough!”
She’d yell all day long, “You’re doing it wrong,
See, this is how it is done.
Could anyone might, do the job right,
Or will I end up being the one?”
She was trying to teach them, in their occupation,
But hurt them with things that she said.
“Put the dishes away. No, stack them this way.
Oh, just let me do it instead.”
She began multi-tasking, and later stopped asking,
Yet complained they weren’t doing their share,
“You’ve all gotten lazy!” They thought she was crazy,
Get in her way? They wouldn’t dare.
The colony of ants, despite all their rants,
Had to give up their every chore.
It was not her intent, to have her time spent
There was no time for fun anymore.
“This just isn’t fair. I wish they would care,
But I guess I’m on my own.”
She just couldn’t see, how good things could be
If she’d only leave them alone.
They wanted to serve, despite all her nerve,
But she always took over the quest.
She was under the illusion, to reach the conclusion
That her way was always the best.
Without all her subjects, she kept finding projects,
Working and slaving all day.
Whatever it was, she’d do it because
She just had to have it her way.
Since she was uptight, said, “If I want it done right
I’ll have to do it alone.
Now she gets her way, and still to this day
Her life is never her own.