By Crash Wilmot
Manicured green happiness.
With maybe a tree or two for fun.
A mugful of steaming coffee,
Up to greet the morning sun.
Busy little worker ants,
All driving to their little jobs.
And funny little farmer ants,
Planting beans and corn cobs.
The birds ail a-tweeting,
In this Paradisal Glen.
The robins, sparrows, Goldfinches,
Crows, doves and wrens.
All of it is false,
So craftily it is made.
By human engineering,
for work done we are paid.