Anteater, what is your calling?

Inquired the hummingbird.

Your snout is appalling,

your tongue is absurd.

I may look forlorn

but I give pleasure.

Before I was born

He called me a treasure.

He gave me my appetites

which I try to deserve.

I crave ants and termites.

That is how I serve.

I am not honored 

like lions or kings,

Or lavishly furred

with raccoon rings.

My Lord loves me. 

He made me this way.

I can just be.

He will always stay.

What is your calling, 

helicopter in flight?

I find you enthralling.

You hum but don't fight.

I'm called to be seen.

Not to bring doom.

To act like a queen.

Humming my tune.