There once was an electrical outlet in our wall.
Every spring, into it an army of ants there did crawl.
But at least it was no longer the mouse,*
Mickey’s bastard who’d made that wall into his house,
Buying a home,** what a magnificently good call.
* Actually, it was a chipmunk. That’s what we writers call “creative license” and the rest of the world calls “making shit up.”
** Of course this could’ve just as easily happened in an apartment; that’s not the point. The point is it would’ve been easier to ignore back then.