Once a pompous ant
called a meet with God.
"There shall be death—
the minute we claw!"

Oh, but God knew better
than to waste His time.
"Your wish shall be granted,"
and followed a cheeky smile.

The next day, the leader
marched tall with pride.
"I am the King of Ants!
Learn… and those brave, may try."

"Gnar! First bite!
Such ease! Such grace!
Behold, the King of Ants—
no power can face!"

"Victory is ours!
It is our reign of dread!"
cried the king with glee,
applauded by an army red.

Up above the clouds
mused a mastermind:
"Three, two, one…
I bet it’s about time—"

Squish! Squash!
Horror strikes!
The Emperor has fallen—
"Holy spikes!"

"Pack your bags!
We’ve been fooled!
We wanted meat…
but we’ve turned food!"

Burp! "Huh!
I play by the rules.
They asked for death—
those haughty fools!"