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
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!
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!
LOL, this reminds me of a post I wrote a few months ago called None by None, only mine was a true story . . .
ReplyDeleteHa ha!! Yes, ten ants in a row would be time to get out the Raid. Hilarious.
ReplyDeleteI try to be organic, but by 10x10 I'd be rethinking that. BOOM!
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Clever as always.
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