| General Poetry
posted January 17, 2020
This about termites fighting to live
The Termite Ranger
"Guys, we in deep, deep danger!"
"Oh yeah?" said a young one
"What kind of danger?"
"See that truck sign? What do it say?"
"It *saiys 'Termite Ranger'
"What's a Ranger?"
"Not just a Ranger, a TERMITE RANGER!"
"He will dig a ditch around this house,
Then pour some liquid poison in it,
And in a few days, we'll all slide south"
"So young feller, we need to warn
Our compatriots and without delay!
You tell everyone that way,
And I'll warn everyone this way"
So off the two termites ran,
Screaming at the top of their lungs!
DROP THAT WOOD CHIP IN YOUR MOUTH!
DROP IT NOW AS FAST AS YOU CAN!
AND RUN! RUN! RUN!
But those termites were full of wood chips,
Their over stuffed bellies drug on the ground.
They ran as fast as their legs would move,
But their pot bellies slowed them down.
Now the termite Ranger was very fast,
And those poor ol' house wreckers very slow.
The trench is dug and here comes the liquid,
And all those ugly bugs died in the flow.
All, that is, except two ingenious young ones.
Who climbed up high on the wall,
But like humpty-dumpty,
They would soon have a great fall.
You see, that ol' Ranger had been a
Termite fighter since Nineteen sixty-six,
And he has been there and done that,
And knows all the termite tricks.
So when he poured his liquid death,
He sprayed down the walls,
And so those two ingenious ones
Slid to their death after all.
Now my friends, if you are having
A tendency to feel sorry for them,
Don't feel sorry for them at all,
Because they have the capability,
Of chewing away on your house until it falls.
- by G. E, Parson
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