I sometimes think I’m dreaming, when I venture out
Into my little garden, for 9 weeks, I need to shout
I saw this big black insect, sitting by the wall
It stared at me as I got close, but didn’t move at all
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I usually stamp on little ants; this was bigger than my shoe
I couldn’t catch it in a cup; its legs would dangle through
I better leave it where it rest, by the blooming iris
And hope it doesn’t multiply, a factor of this virus
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It is a dream I’m having, as I start to twitch in bed
I begin to scratch myself, from bottom to my head
It may not be this virus, causing all these rants
But just a very simply case, of have ants in my plants
Our bull ants give you a nasty nip and so do our green ants.