Little Meg was a field ant
She had a wooden leg 
She couldn’t crawl like the others did  
She hoppity-hopped instead 

She could not carry heavy crumbs 
Of fruits and grains and sweets 
She could only hoppity-hop
So she didn’t go on hunting sprees 

While the rest of the colony 
Went searching for their food 
Little Meg stayed in the nest
And swept and cleaned their rooms 

One day it rained for five whole hours
Flooding the whole world 
Little Meg’s home too filled up 
As the mud and leaves all swirled 

The Queen then gathered all the ants
Something had to be done 
A bridge to cross to higher ground 
Away from the dangerous currents

Little Meg with her wooden leg
Hoppity-hopped to the front 
“Your majesty with my Neem tree leg
I will get this job done”

While the other ants made mud balls 
Little Meg went on ahead
She dropped each one in the rushing flow 
And hoppity-hopped to place the next 

Little Meg with her wooden leg 
Got thousands to dry land 
They still sing songs of her courage
That brave little field ant