Wednesday, April 22, 2015


It's the season of the ants
And they do their conga dance
In my dining room and kitchen 
And I tell you I am itching
To eliminate their presence 
For I find it quite unpleasant 
When each grape in my big bunch
Has a little extra crunch
From some tiny head or thorax. 
I have got to lay down borax!

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