The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah.
The ants from jail are on the run, hurrah, hurrah.
They walk into a neighbors door,
They crawl along around the floor,
And they all go marching, hurrah, hurrah.
The ants go marching all around, hurrah, hurrah.
They drive the owners out of town, hurrah, hurrah.
They build a metropolis,
They plan the post apocalypse,
And they all go marching, hurrah, hurrah.
Humans go into slavery, hurrah, hurrah.
A significant lack of bravery, hurrah, hurrah.
A taliban like group they form,
It will go on for evermore,
And they all go marching, hurrah, hurrah.
You cannot crush them with your feet, hurrah, hurrah.
These little ants cannot be beat, hurrah, hurrah.
Try as you might,
You'll be driven by fright,
The rebellious group is a perilous plight,
And they all go marching, hurrah, hurrah.
What do you think?
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