The Ants Go Marching
It isn't easy to save the world
With your back on the asphalt
Crawling with carpenter ants that
Yes even they
Want you out of the way
I'd head home to the building with no AC
Bring my friends back with
A trail of sugar cubes
But I tried it
Even the insects won't go inside it
I think I'll close my eyes, here in this parking spot
Until somebody asks me if I am okay
And I'll, groggy, tell them "Yeah, right,"
This is just what I do
But probably, neither are you
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