Ants I suggest are no mere aberration.
They live in a formicary – posh word for station.
Ants have technicians who aerate their hills,
and also mean mouths with pincers and bills.
Never take picnics where ants are afoot
for ants with agenda could not give a hoot.
They munch on a sandwich, a grape or a pear
and couldn’t care less if they stray in your ear.
Ants and their mandibles make you feel sore
if they penetrate underwear up from the floor,
while in distant Australia, fire ants dance –
and you will, too, if they crawl up your pants.