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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