Recently finished this woodblock of a common black ant. A set of notecards can be ordered here.
Idle hands may be the devil’s workshop,
But a pickpocket’s keep busy stealing.
A man has to work if he is to eat,
But man shall not live on bread alone.
O give me the carefree grasshopper
Over the industrious, little ant
For neither knew if they’d still be alive
Or buried stone-cold dead by autumn’s end.
Who is the fool: the one who spends his carefree days
Roaming wide the sweet meadows and woods,
With a book of verse in his back pocket
And a windfall apple in his hand,
Or the one who toils day after day
To gain the whole world for the price of his soul?
A professionally printed poster (framed, matted or unframed) of this poem can be ordered from FineArtsAmerica.