What would you think when looking under a plant
To discover my relative: an ant who’s my Aunt?
You see, we all live in these tunnels underground
Ruled over by a queen ant who wasn’t even crowned.
It must be so lonely, a queen who has no king,
She bides her time listening to big band swing.
While the colony of busy worker ants
Prefer rap music with its ghetto rants?
And me? I find rap is rather fanatical
I wear my headphones and tune into classical.
Then there is my drugged-out hippie uncle
Who grooves to the tunes of Simon & Garfunkel.