Last week we had a fellow clean out the waist-high grass in our little back yard. He must have disturbed a bed of tiny ants, for they came streaming in our bathroom window. Prompted this short verse: The Danger of Good Deeds He hoed the tract of weeds
And put the ants to flight;
Be careful your good deeds
Don't loose a greater blight.
For what it's worth! Randal

-- Randal in Brazil (randal@rhyme.cjb.net), April 08, 2002