I'll show you a trick with   ants when   The sun's high in the sky   we can   Burn them up to crispy   black shells   See them crunched by   old, slow, slick snails      Light the fuse inside the   dead bird   Feather flurries rain on   our heads   Empty nest with three   small brown eggs   We'll think of something   before the night falls      Don't hurt a fly   they all sang   Don't rape a girl   in bright may   Don't kill anyone ever   Lay still and stand   this fever      The sun's just   A big glass   We're all ants   I love you