From Mount Sulphur to Mount Cyanide
we watched, we waited along the Rhine,
along that spine!
A bird, a bee, a bombing spree – above
below a swarm of doves
a herd of doe!
And where we’ve been is where we be
Hurray, Hurrah! So goes the patriotic
And then the little ants went passing
We watched we waited, for them
to continue on,
in and out of order they marched
in that summer sun.
Then it rained, the damnedest thing
– the ants never stopped.
Can’t let weather deter progress or stop growth of the complex (mayhem is money). – mh