Arrogant King of the Oak Mites
The king of the oak mites thought
he was all that, and was gloriously puffed up
Making the roaches laugh, and the leaves shake
Even the caterpillar queens made fun of his arrogance
The princess of the anthill got angry
She had fallen completely smitten under his self-promotion.
You are all jealous of the oak mite king, she chastised us.
We did not mention him again, to her face….
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