The ants march in and the ants march out
sometimes they really cause a person to pout.
They steal a little food, take a crumb or two
make you feel like you’re in the zoo.
They crawl up your leg, tickle your arm
you jump and yell, sound the alarm.
Quick – move the blanket and basket of food
find a new spot – where the ants aren’t rude.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©