Small, diabolical critters

Crawling on my floor,

Crawling on my carpet,

And underneath my door.

They’re set to make my place a home.

They go wherever they like to roam.

Ants on my desk,

Ants on my chair,

Ants on my toilet seat,

Ants everywhere.

But the ants keep coming.

It’s an awful feeling.

And I have to admit,

It’s not at all appealing.

And so it’s time for me to use my spray.

So go ahead ants “Make my day.”