He had a big head, and preferred to be fed<\/p>\n
Day in, day out, without a doubt<\/p>\n
By the puny ones, who in his eyes,<\/p>\n
Were there not to be served and that was all they deserved<\/p>\n
Pain was his name, Terror was his fame<\/p>\n
He gnashed, crushed and cut,<\/p>\n
And just like that<\/p>\n
He had a thought<\/p>\n
That he could win against any human caught\u2026.<\/p>\n
So, he went forth gaily, Feeling all gutsy and haughty,<\/p>\n
And lashed and gnashed, as the human thrashed and screamed<\/p>\n
He was pleased, he could not be released<\/p>\n
Not until they submitted, then he would be appeased<\/p>\n
But he miscalculated, the human was agitated<\/p>\n
In one swoop he was plucked, clearly he lacked<\/p>\n
The ability to see ahead<\/p>\n
And just like that, he lost his head<\/p>\n
And now<\/p>\n
The poor ant is dead.<\/p>\n
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He had a big head, and preferred to be fed Day in, day out, without a doubt By the puny ones, who in his eyes, Were there not to be…<\/p>\n