Battle of Arthur and the Ants
Battle of Arthur and the Ants
by JessicaRae
The first time he saw an ant,
He thought he'd seen an alien.
And ever after then,
When he saw one walking by,
His whiskers stood on end.
Rather than aggravate its horrors
In his small and active mind,
He would rather face the giant
On another day and time.
For he was brave enough to try it.
But in the pantry there was trailing
All down the rocky wall,
An ordered row of bandits.
With crumbs raised high above their heads.
And they marched singlehanded.
He detested their intrusion,
For they always tried to take
Everything he fancied for himself.
And the things he tried to keep
Hidden from the cook upon a shelf.
He would have his eye upon it
A roll t'was left from lunch.
His watchful eyes would shine
And his paws rubbed in future glee
And he vowed, "It will be mine!"
Only to find that fateful night,
While the tunnels were in deep slumber,
That a marching row of invaders
Had carried his roll away!
Through a crack in the door, the takers!
He rubbed his face in deep mourning
A roundish, furry heap upon the floor.
What would he do for dinner?
With his beautiful roll
Vanquished by thieves, he'd be thinner!
A thought! The brave raccoon
Put an end to his own miserable sorrow,
Walking proud on top of the clan
And scattering their ranks far and wide
With his ringed tail like a fan.
He reached beyond their boundary
And spying with his beady eye,
A cookie topped with royal icing
Made ready for the Winterfest banquet.
And he helped himself, no asking!
He braved the thousands of warriors
Marching upon his stolen roll,
Little hands mistaken for feet
Strong and steady, in repayment
Crushed their advancement underneath.
He beat them to the best of the pantry
And defeated thousands in a single night
His bravery in the face of the invasion
Was revealed in the morning by shouts from William
Arthur was a warriors name.
Dedicated to Skippy, aka Thunderhoof
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