Steve and Ainsley Apirana: Music

The Ant Song
Written by Steven Apirana



I passed by the field of the sluggard


And by the vineyard of the man lacking sense


And behold it was completely overgrown


It’s surface was covered with nettles


And its stone wall broken down


I looked and reflected upon it


I saw and received instruction


A little sleep, a little slumber


A little folding of the hands


Then your poverty will come upon you


Like a thief, like a vagabond


Go to the ant, O sluggard


Observe her ways and be wise


Which having no chief


Officer or ruler


Prepares her food in the summer-time


And gathers her provision in the harvest