Once upon a time,
Too long ago, when ones' life depended
On sour candies,

I made an "ant backyard resort",

It is dedicated to give enjoyment
To the well industrious ants,
Not foreign to our land.

But a tragedy struck their fates,
With thuderstorms and ocean hurdles
They drowned lifeless,
And I saw their souls
Flying to heaven. .

I know they were mad at me,
For killing them. .
But such a fortuituous event!
Not my fault. .it rained that day!

That day they're suppose to be hiding in colonies. .
But they entered the shuttle going to the resort,
And they left the door opened.

The day after, the resort went bankrupt.
Nothing was left, just like magic that turned it to hardened sand.