The ants go marching two by two.

Facing forward. Equal strides.

That’ll do.

An ant decides to walk alone,

Parallel. Equal strides.

Adhering, mostly, to the collective tome.

Another decides to break the mould.

In adverse directions,

At contrasting paces.

Brought before The Ant who doth severely scold.

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