^Fire ants
   In my pants.

   Fire ants
   In my pants.

   They're ganging, ganging up on me.
   Ran up a tree, but they caught me.

   Biting, Biting Fire Ants,
   Why do you Hate but love my pants?

   It stings! It burns! Pain up one notch!
   Now nothing's left,
   Of my crotch.^