Piss Ants Parade

March of the Piss Ants


From west coast to east,
These tiny little beast
Leave a trail for their mates,
By pissing on your plates.

March, march, march, march…

First comes one, two, then three,
Three hundred's more likely to be.
No sugar bowl's made, to them dissuade,
Nothing's safe that's manmade.

March, march, march, march, march…

I've stood all day at the kitchen sink.
My nerves are frayed; I'm near the brink.
Vinegar in one hand and soda in the other
Remembering the advice from my mother.

March, march, march, march, march, march…

With the end of my thumb
I squish one 'till it's numb.
Till my hands red and throbin'
But they just keep on comin'.

March, march, march, march, march, march, march…

What to do! what to do!
I've got not a clue.
The cupboards I'm still cleaning,
Everything's bright and gleaming.

March, march, march, march, march, march, march, march…

I've spent lots of money
On baits filled with honey.
No ant's lost its stride
They still march on with pride.

March, march, march, munch, munch…

There's got to be a way
To send them astray,
Without killing my pets
And beneficial insects.

March, march, munch, munch, munch, munch…

If you've got a plan,
Please lend a hand.
Please send me your home remedy
For killing this enemy…

Munch… munch … munch… munch… munch… munch…