There are ants in my parlour,
they're going on a sugar rush,
all those ****** footsteps.
I see them crawling through my jelly jar,
they're seeming drunk my friends,
pickled ants,
now that's a sight to see,
there maybe thousands of them,
I just cannot tell,
perhaps I'll put the jam jar out,
then maybe they'll be free.
maybe I'll be too,
makes me itch just watching them.
(C) Livvi