THE MAD ATTACKS

A little ant wakes up
Still drugged and also
At the burnt end of a stick, still smouldering
And it takes all day
But eventually
He makes it to the other end
Which promptly starts smouldering
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A little ant wakes up
All tingly and spidery
But perched on a stick
Which is bobbing on an ocean
And it takes all week
But eventually
His limbs are draped upon a rock
Which promptly explodes

And sometimes thats the way
The music attacks