Tom Turpin
Professor of
Purdue University







Little Ant Annie's Christmas Message

‘Twas the holiday season
And deep in the ground
A colony of ants were scurrying around
Hither, thither, willy nilly all directions they ran
Getting their work done as fast as they can.

 "Hurry up, hurry up” we've got plenty to do,
If we don't hustle we'll never get through.

Our larvae in the nursery need food and good care.
And all of those eggs must be moved here and there!
The queen desires attention and some dutiful grooming,
The fungus in the garden needs immediate pruning!
Several of the chambers are not very tidy.
That dead ant in the runway has been there since Friday!

Amongst the hustle and bustle of the hurried ant world,
The tiniest of the ants twisted and twirled,
To the front of her colony in steps very bold.
"Whoa, wait a minute.” her sisters she cajoled.
Said Little Ant Annie, "This work is a fright!”
"Can't we all take a breather for this special night?”

"Why should we, why should we?” the multitude cried.
"It's a fact, ants always worked 'till they died!”
Retorted Ant Annie, "That just might be true!
But I think it's a really dumb thing to do!”
The sisters of Annie in a chorus quite loud,
Reminded the throng that ants should be proud
That wise old King Solomon had selected their kin
As a model for human hard work and discipline.

"Besides, what's so special about this single day?”
Asked a frazzled old ant in a matter-of-fact way.
Responded Ant Annie, "It was two millennia ago,
That a child's birth in Bethlehem set the world aglow!”
Then the ants heard the story of the miraculous star
And how wise men to the manager were led from afar.

Even the ants in the stable on that glorious night
Are said to have stopped working and reveled in the sight
Of the newborn Christ child asleep on the hay.
And thanks to Ant Annie that is the reason today
That all kinds of ants for a moment sublime
Lay their labors aside to celebrate Christmas time!


Writer: Tom Turpin
Editor: Olivia Maddox