Terry Termite staggered home, but not the worse for drink,

he'd been across the road - a brand new house, all pretty pink,

he'd licked his lips and thought about the nice new flavors there,

a new house here in Terry's neighborhood was rather rare!

He'd crept in through the garden and ignored a pile of sticks,

his mind on something tastier, he squeezed between two bricks,

the wall space was as black as coal, but who had need of light?

one didn't need to see when one was simply gonna bite!

He'd clambered round the termite trap - a silly council law,

entire colonies of ants could enter by the door!

he knew all these inventions, that the humans deemed so good

would never stop a termite with an appetite for wood!

So, walking in the dark, he felt his way along the wall,

he figured he was somewhere 'tween the kitchen and the hall,

and there - the main support beam - simply begging to be ate,

he saw it in the gloom and then began to salivate.

He blew the dust away, to bare the yummy feast beneath,

and then he opened up his mouth, to use his termite teeth,

then bit down on the main support, the tasty hardwood beam,

but as his teeth all cracked he knew things weren't the way they seem.

That's why he came home staggering, in need of dental care,

he found the nest and muttered words like "Danger" and "Beware!"

old Wally White Ant nodded, he was older, and had nous,

"That serves you right for trying to eat a bloody steel-framed house!"

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