“Ants” by Ron Marsh

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ANTS

I was eating supper very late,

And chanced to look upon my plate,

A little black ant standing there,

Just about to share my fare.

 

I said to him “now listen mate,

I want you quickly off my plate”.

To ants one should not be so bold,

He’s brought back friends a hundred-fold.

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