© 2014 by P Michael Biggs
My friend Bill
Sat on an ant hill
We gave him a pill
He was very ill
And what do you do
When ants invade you
Would you ride a canoe
Or play your kazoo
I’d sing a chant
Ants in your pants
I’d ask for a grant
To get rid of my ants
Now Bill is well
He used some gel
There is a slight smell
Where Bill’s ants once did dwell
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