Summer’s pinching burns near hillside stay,
Drummer’s inching turns near mill side bay,
Ants queued up with revolt in sloppy way.
Months of ant’s famishment and mammoth’s of cockroach’s nourishment,
In thy hilly clan fumed with anger in pour.
Ants in black and ants in red marched at thy hilly lane.
Cockroaches in slack, and Cockroaches in hatred perched at thy hilly insane.
Ants in arms and ants in battle encroached at thy hilly lane.
Cockroaches in harms, and Cockroaches in rattle couched at thy hilly insane.
Mighty hilly Lord poised on thy rock,
Flighty silly horde fazed with thy flock.
Hours of grimace in thy hands of ants,
With thy Pours of efface in thy lands of ants,
Roars of solace from ants up roared with favored word of thy hilly Lord!!
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