Be gone fire ants!
I don't want you on my pants
I hope the bleach will kill you all
You have had a long enough ball
In our yards by now
Go far away and live by a cow
In Jesus' name I tell you to go
If I was the wind I would blow
You all away, so far away
You hurt me a lot last year
Next could be my kid I fear
So please leave and never return
I do not like how your venum burns
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