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!