Little ants.

Once upon a dream
There was a little kid
Little did he know
How the hell to fit
Fit in the talks
Fit in the fights
Fit in the humour
And switch off the lights
Before crawling into bed
Before crawling into bed
There was a little smile
There was some strength
In everything futile
He would stare at mountains
And call for the birds
Right through his window
Reach out for the herbs
Twisting and turning
And contemplating
And smelling and feeling
And then next
He would cry for something small
And laugh at something big
He would climb the trees
And draw with the sticks
He would play with the dogs
And chase down the cats
Sprinkle all the suger
over the mighty ants
And trap all the rats
In the house
In the house
With his mother
And father out for work
And before he'd be back
Wash off all the dirt
And then one day
Within the field
Sat an old man
Smiling at an insect
Resting in his hand
"Could I ask you
Something? "
Began the little kid
"Do they call you mad
For doing all this?"
"Well yes they do
But I don't understand
Why would I not
Smile at this ant"
"Yes I know
And so would I,
But if they see you
They'll laugh
Like they're high"

"Well then do
Something different
When they laugh at you
Look at them as ants
And keep your smile
With you"