I'll show you a trick with ants when The
sun's high in the sky we can Burn them up
to crispy black shells See them crunched
by old, slow, slick snails
Light the
fuse inside the dead bird Feather flurries
rain on our heads Empty nest with
three small brown eggs We'll think of
something before the night falls
Don't
hurt a fly they all sang Don't rape a
girl in bright may Don't kill anyone
ever Lay still and stand this
fever
The sun's just A big
glass We're all ants I love you
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