Ants

My fellow Earthlings.
I am in awe of your collective minds.

Many of you come here hungry.
Seeking action for your idle Workers.

You come to me singing from your antenna,
"For the glory of the Colony!
For our Queen, the Mother of Us All!"

Pathfinders deposit the scents for others to follow.
A great caravan of crumbs carries your prize to the homeland.

All will touch the sweet bounty, only a few shall have their fill.
The Queen, the Colony must carry on.
Duty has betrothed your species to the future.