^Fire ants
  In my pants.

  Fire ants
  In my pants.

  They're ganging, ganging up on me.
  Ran up a tree, but they caught me.

  Biting, Biting Fire Ants,
  Why do you Hate but love my pants?

  It stings! It burns! Pain up one notch!
  Now nothing's left,
  Of my crotch.^

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