Army Ants

Dylan

WeĠre army ants   

WeĠre army ants

   

Get out of my way

 
 

I canĠt

WeĠre army ants

WeĠre army ants

   

Sharp teeth

 
 

You better run

DonĠt come close

WeĠll eat you

   

We bite with a crunch

 
 

We fight

With all of our might

 
   

We march

 
 

In a line

From red to brown

 
 

Sounds like a stampede

   

WeĠre army ants

WeĠre army ants

 

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