Blob, blob, blob.
Ants build this mound to the sky.
Each ant carrying it’s pebble.
Mountains, wee pebbles at a time.
Everest. Found by ants and
climbed, climbed, climbed.
Get high! they say in their
special way and then they
die, die, die. Attempting
to get high, they fly.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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