Ants
Who made the world, sir?
I don't know, son —
See the ants on that hill with a fly.
Who made the world, sir?
Some say that God —
The fly is dead, son.
They're dragging him to their hole.
Who made God, sir?
I don't know —
Now he's gone, son.
Ants are a tireless race.
Who made God, sir?
Observe how they swarm all over the hill.
They're hunting another fly.
They're funny, sir.
I don't know, son —
See the ants on that hill with a fly.
Who made the world, sir?
Some say that God —
The fly is dead, son.
They're dragging him to their hole.
Who made God, sir?
I don't know —
Now he's gone, son.
Ants are a tireless race.
Who made God, sir?
Observe how they swarm all over the hill.
They're hunting another fly.
They're funny, sir.
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