These were the years

These were the years
When the ants swarmed everywhere
Crawling across the bread and butter
Falling out of my hair

They always made their way
To the jam jar in the kitchen
The cupboard was shut
I don’t know how they got in

Then came the great event
Of the flying ants taking to the skies
Untouchable, awesome creatures
Starting out on new lives

Climbing out of the pavement cracks
Climbing out from under the ground
Busy like an army
Filling the land all around

These years they are gone
I’ve a feeling they won’t come back
I mourn them all alone it seems
They even haunt my already haunted dreams
Man has made them fall slack

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