Uniformly, they walk in lines
They are called workers, who faithfully follow their leader
Then there are the princes to mate with the queen
They build a mighty stronghold in which they learn to live
They seem so small and harmless
... but when we sleep
... but when we sleep
Out from the cracks in the porch
They manifest like maggots in the dark
Slipping in through the crevasses in our homes
They watch us lie in our beds
As we sleep, how I weep
They parade about a willow tree
Stealing fruit from my basket
And after we die; they live in our caskets
Must I beg and plead as I try so hard to live?
Always the cracks in the porch
Right outside my front door
Taking my food they are leaving me hungry
Must I beg and plead for some?
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