Hoping you can help with this half-remembered poem that from what I can recall was written by someone who worked for the New Statesman or the Spectator in the 1970s.
The opening part is:
'They say consider the ant O thou sluggard,go to its ways and be wise
Well,I've considered the ant and I'm buggered why it thinks it's as good as us guys
I'd rather consider the lily...'
So far I've had no joy in finding the rest of it-any help muchly appreciated (from humans or ants..)