Anthony Ant was the strongest ant
That ever an ant could be.
He could carry an armchair on his back
And even have space for me.
He could lift the most colossal weight
Compared to his size,
And nobody saw the sheer determination
In his eyes.
He didn’t get tired when they loaded a fridge
Full of heavy cheddar cheese,
Or break into sweat when they made him get
A pile of Christmas trees.
He once took a park bench up a hill
With a dozen dinner ladies.
Though perhaps a greater achievement still
Was that big M-Class Mercedes?
Yes, he had such mighty muscles
That all other ants were jealous
And he never ever got backache.
Or at least that’s what he’d tell us!