The marching ants refuse to yield, no matter what foe they meet on the field.
The skittering centipedes' frightful stampede, is met by charge most fearsome indeed.
The droning bees who buzz from overhead? They're shot down like the flies who dared to laugh at the ants wearing red.
The flitting butterflies who dance in the wind, should have known better than to stay it doesn't matter who wins.
And the ladybug knows what the others failed to see; that ants are a force best left alone beneath the tree.
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