The Giant Ant

I woke up with no memory

All alone in my bed

I stared at the mirror

A strange feeling in my head

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An ant crawled up to me

I asked her, “Who I am?”

“I don’t know,” she said

“You must be The Giant Ant.”

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She led me to her home

Too small for me to fit in

She gave me a potion

To help me slip in

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I drank it all at once

It didn’t work at all

I remained a giant ant

My length didn’t fall

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“‘Tis no use,” she said

“You just stand still

I’ll call my brothers out

Much against their will.”

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And out they came in numbers

Hundreds and thousands of ants

Inside the pocket of my shirt

And all over my pant

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An anteater looked at me

Like I’m a man with ants as wings

He scared the hell out of them

They left me with giant stings

…

And back they retreated

Into their tiny hole

Left me scratching my head

No answers in my soul

…

What if I wake up again

Tomorrow with no memory?

I’d be careful not to ask an ant again

Any questions about me

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