Throwing Muses Ant Song
Multi-colored plastic spheres Everything we want to know is in them And we know it, and we know it; We're an ant. You have six left to build your ant house U-Boy? No, Birthday. Oh! All your balls of knowledge But there's only one that's wisdom It's the apple, pick the apple - Not the bomb. Stockpiled inside you You're too tall Oh gain your balance Or you fall. High HOPES.
