Fire Ants !
by J D Bedwell
We didn"t  have them critters
When I was a kid.
Or we"d never done
The things we did.

Like sleeping on a quilt under
An old oak tree.
On the Rio Frio way back  in
The summer of 1953.

Now, ever time I turn around,
There"s a  big ant mound . 
With millions of those hellions
Crawling all around.

They get in the dog food,
And into the house.
Sting like fire  when you
Put on shirt or blouse.

I"ve fought "em for many a year,
With no end I can see .
Boy, I wished I was back in 1953!                           

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