The Ant Collector's Serenade

[Verse] In a small corner nook, by my old windowsill, Lives a world so tiny, yet it's never still. I've got ants in a line, marching two by two, Little soldiers in black, in their queue, oh so true. [Verse 2] Every morning I rise, for a parade in my hand, It's a tiny procession, oh, ain't it grand? They may be minute, but boy, are they spry, In the grand ant brigade, watch them scurry by. [Chorus] Oh, the ant collection's my hidden delight, They crawl through the day, and they dance in the night, With a wiggle, a jiggle, and a tiny insect sigh, My ants, oh my ants, they're the apple of my eye. [Verse 3] When the workday is done, and the sun's getting low, I sit with my pals in their home down below. We share crumbs and dreams of an ant utopia, Where sugar spills freely, and there's no need for phobia. [Verse 4] Each ant with a mission, no drama, no fuss, Just a whole lot of love in their microcosmic trust. From the queen to the worker, to the scout with keen eye, Every ant's got a purpose, no reason to question why. [Chorus] Oh, the ant collection's my hidden delight, They crawl through the day, and they dance in the night, With a wiggle, a jiggle, and a tiny insect sigh, My ants, oh my ants, they're the apple of my eye.