No Thanks I Am Good
Worker bee ant was sent to bake cakes in a kitchen.
I was assigned to poison ivy, so now I’m itch’n.
I wanted to switch, so I asked if she could.
No, I hate to bake, but compared to you, I am good.
I blamed my cousin who shares everything I say
A motormouth, he is a ding-a-ling most every day.
I lied and said the ivy was not so bad and asked to stay.
Worker bee ant knew better, so she laughed me away.
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