Ants In Your Pants
Ever wonder why we giggle
How exactly does it start
What makes it uncontrollable
Perhaps it's a silly fart
You see a goofy stranger
Like a dude from outer space
Before you can say Frank N. Stein
You're falling on your face
Giggles are quite intangible
You can't buy them at the store
Worth buckets full of greenbacks
Some gold and so much more
You're in a state of euphoria
Trying to stay calm but can't
It's a tonic for whatever ails you
When ants get in your pants
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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