Where little ants do stride.

Silently they gather, as one United force, leaving trails of scent behind
them, they never go off course, small with larger mission like tiny soldiers black, up hill and down hill, forward and back

- Never leave the sugar
open, where little ants do stride, sneaky unseen
Creatures, until you
look inside

Although they have cute faces, a menise they
can be, traveling like an army marching , these soldiers one, two three.