Left - right - left, Left - right - left, Left - right - left, "Sing Girls"
...Oh God, I hate to be an ant: You work and toil, your time is spent in finding food for other bugs with big black maws, who think they're gods...
...And then at night you never rest, you toss and turn, you sigh and sweat, for tiny antlings, girls and boys do revel in horrendous noise...
...When you at last to these consign, and learn to live with noise and grime, along comes Man, (by Jove it's true!) and by and by - he steps on you...
...Oh God! It's hard to be an ant: You toil and sweat, your back is bent and when your life at last does end, They smear you on the sand.