In 1987, I wrote this cornball song from the POV of a proud and friendly ant, but never recorded it until now. [more inside]
Exhausted, on an all-too-brief lunchbreak this past Friday, I was smoking a cigarette, watching an ant cart around a dragonfly corpse. And I thought, "Damn. It's a good thing they aren't big enough to carry cigarettes. And that they don't smoke."