I wonder why ants don't sing
I wonder why ants don't sing— shouldn't they? I mean, they march after all! Obviously they march, on beat with the deep rhythm of the earth. They must have a drummer boy doing his part to keep everybody in step. And there’s the fifer, and the standard-bearer, and I’m sure someone to play the trumpet, because who could imagine a platoon of ants without a trumpeter? Well the rocks sing— or at least they can if needed. The trees sing, or rather, hum like a company of bees. We know for sure the stars sing. What else would you expect to hear in the vast void of darkness? I wonder why ants don't sing shouldn't they? Don’t they?