Ants

Ants, ants are coming in my home,
It wish they’d go and leave us alone.
They’re on the wall and on the floor,
They’re even climbing up the door.

Those small black ants are everywhere,
They’re on our clothes and in our hair.
On my dresser and in my bed,
Oh dear, I have an itchy head.

Ants in my house, oh this is bad,
It’s making me so awfully mad.
How can we get rid of these bugs?
Oh now they’re crawling in our mugs!

I think my Dad can help us out,
“Help us,” Dad we all do shout.
“Please take these tiny ants away,
Don’t make us wait another day.”

I wonder what my Dad will do,
Will he get them marching two by two?
If he yell, “Hey get out of here,”
Will they go running out of fear?

If he says, “Ants, we need to talk,
We need you out so we can walk.
Do you think they will walk away?
Will they find somewhere else to play?

I don’t know how he’ll get them out,
But I know he’ll do it, I have no doubt.
No problem is too big for Dad,
He’ll get those ants then we’ll be glad.

Hey look the ants are marching away,
They’re going away, hooray! Hooray!
You did it Dad; they’ve left the house,
Oh no! Did I just see a mouse?

Nancy Burr