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FIRE ANT PARABLE
Oh in my yard, a fire ant bed~!
damn creeping creatures are better off dead.
scurrying here and scurrying there,
must kill the queen in her lair.
Get the Granules, hurry quick,
Don't disturb them now, with that stick.
Sprinkle all over the mound,
quietly, softly don't make a sound.
Another mound over by that stump,
they so remind me of the city dump.
While watching the tiny bed you see,
another one behind that tree.
The fight is here, the fight is there,
but no one knows just when or where.
While thinking about the queen and eggs,
Those damn devils crawled up my legs.
Quick~!,Drop my pants, kill those suckers,
a soothing balm for quick succor.
Cause if you let them stay this way,
big, sore, bumps by end of day.
And another thing, let's not forget,
if you do not fight them, then I'll bet.
Again next year they will return,
Seems to me, we never learn.
They're not like crickets, and go away,
for four more years, NO, they're here to stay.
So fight them boys, make them leave,
or again next year, those bumps you'll skive.
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FIRE ANT PARABLE
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