400 Ants Dancing on the Floor

Tiny boots. Tiny chairs. Kitchen light. Crumbs everywhere. I dropped my

snack on that old wood floor. Then it started moving like it had a mind

for sure. Black little helmets marching through the door. I counted on

my fingers, then I started to roar. 400 ants dancing on the floor.

400 ants dancing on the floor. Yeah. Mommy outside. Mommy outside.

Daddy outside. Daddy outside. 400 ants dancing on the floor. Boots by the

doorway. Truck in the yard. I'm in the kitchen going way

too hard. They made a line for the cookie I dropped. I stomped in