TheGifted Ant.

TheGifted Ant.A gifted ant, who could no moreThan keep starvation from her door,Once cast about that she might findAn occupation to her mind.An ant with active hands and feetCan, as a rule, make both ends meet.Unhappily, this was not quiteThe case with her of whom I write.“Since I am gifted,” she’d explain,“I ought to exercise my brain.The only thing for me, it’s clear,Is a professional career!”But no profession could she find,Until one day there crossed her mindThe proverb bidding sluggards gazeUpon the ant to learn her ways.“The very thing!” she cried. “Hurray!I’ll advertise without delay.Things are come to a pretty pass,If I can’t teach a sluggard class!”She set to work without delay,And wrote some cards that very day;And hung them in the grass—a planTo catch the sluggard’s eye. They ranAs follows:Sluggardswho desireAn education to acquireWill find it well to call to-dayUpon Professor Ant, B. A.HerSluggard Class, she begs to state,Reopens at an early dateWith several vacancies—a chanceExceptional—Terms—In Advance.

A gifted ant, who could no moreThan keep starvation from her door,Once cast about that she might findAn occupation to her mind.An ant with active hands and feetCan, as a rule, make both ends meet.Unhappily, this was not quiteThe case with her of whom I write.

A gifted ant, who could no moreThan keep starvation from her door,Once cast about that she might findAn occupation to her mind.

An ant with active hands and feetCan, as a rule, make both ends meet.Unhappily, this was not quiteThe case with her of whom I write.

“Since I am gifted,” she’d explain,“I ought to exercise my brain.The only thing for me, it’s clear,Is a professional career!”

“Since I am gifted,” she’d explain,“I ought to exercise my brain.The only thing for me, it’s clear,Is a professional career!”

But no profession could she find,Until one day there crossed her mindThe proverb bidding sluggards gazeUpon the ant to learn her ways.“The very thing!” she cried. “Hurray!I’ll advertise without delay.Things are come to a pretty pass,If I can’t teach a sluggard class!”She set to work without delay,And wrote some cards that very day;And hung them in the grass—a planTo catch the sluggard’s eye. They ran

But no profession could she find,Until one day there crossed her mindThe proverb bidding sluggards gazeUpon the ant to learn her ways.

“The very thing!” she cried. “Hurray!I’ll advertise without delay.Things are come to a pretty pass,If I can’t teach a sluggard class!”

She set to work without delay,And wrote some cards that very day;And hung them in the grass—a planTo catch the sluggard’s eye. They ran

As follows:

Sluggardswho desireAn education to acquireWill find it well to call to-dayUpon Professor Ant, B. A.HerSluggard Class, she begs to state,Reopens at an early dateWith several vacancies—a chanceExceptional—Terms—In Advance.

Sluggardswho desireAn education to acquireWill find it well to call to-dayUpon Professor Ant, B. A.HerSluggard Class, she begs to state,Reopens at an early dateWith several vacancies—a chanceExceptional—Terms—In Advance.


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