An Ant Problem

Just as long as they keep on marching... somewhere I'm not...

The ants go marching one by one,

Hurrah. Hurrah.

The ants go marching one by one,

Hurrah. Hurrah.

The ants go marching one by one,

(The little one stops to suck his thumb)

And they all go

Marching down…

To the earth…to get out…of the rain…

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The ants go marching two by two,

Hurrah. Hurrah.

The ants go marching two by two,

Hurrah. Hurrah.

The ants go marching two by two,

(The little one stops to tie his shoe)

And they all go

Marching down...to the earth…to get out…of the rain…

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The ants go marching three by three,

Hurrah. Hurrah.

Good grief! They’re marching three by three,

Hurrah. Hurrah.

The ants go marching three by three,

(The old one (me) stops to rest his knees)

And they all go

Marching down...to the earth…to get out…of the rain…

Ugh. Boom. Boom.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The ants go marching four by four,

Hurrah. Hurrah.

The ants go marching four by four,

Hurrah-ing some more…

They’re still marching

Still in fours.

Till the little one stops to shut the door…

They don’t stop and…boom.

The ants go marching five by five…

Hurrah! And various…

I think there’s more ants…five by five,

Yadda, etc.

See them marching five by five,

Little one checks. Is he still alive?

Lots more yaddas…out of the rain. Boom.

The ants go marching…I think we’re up to six now…

Humm-de-humm-hummm

Little one stops to pick up sticks,

And…rain!

Okay, fine. I'll get back to the proper rhythm...

Those wretched ants in groups of seven!

Rah. Hoorah.

Seeing a problem? Groups of seven!

Seriously… Hoorah!

I promise sincerely, groups of seven,

I’ll mourn you forever

If you go to Heaven?

Please start marching down…

I mean up…

Ugh. They’re now marching eight by eight

They have…chutzpah,

But they’re still marching. Still in eights,

Let’s quit! I’m raw!

Look at them marching in ranks of eight,

You know, this song I’m starting to hate,

I’ll go marching down…to the earth…

To get away from the pain…erm rain.

Boom. Boom-ity. Boom.

Boom. Boom. Peaceful. BOOM.

Those ants go marching nine by nine,

Please give me strength,

They are marching nine by nine,

Those rows! Such length!

In even formations of nine by nine,

Oops. Someone fell and broke his spine,

But still marched down…

To the…boom.

The ants go marching ten by ten,

What a sight. I’m in awe.

The ants go marching ten by ten

I need…a chainsaw…

The ants go marching ten by ten,

I’ve got the RAID, let’s say, “Amen!”

And they all will stay there

Down…in the earth…

Forever out of the rain,

Boom, boom, boom

BOOM! 

Today’s post is a word challenge! 

Each month Karen, Mimi or I choose a number between 12 and 50 and we three craft a post using that number of words one or multiple times.

This month’s number is: 19

It was chosen by Mimi of MessyMimi'sMeanderings!

Now go and see what my friends have created!

Baking In ATornado

Messymimi’sMeanderings