Ants!

Down in the bayou where the cypress trees grow, Lives a man named Ants, everybody knows, With a heart of gold and a smile so wide, He’s the kind of friend you want by your side. Chorus: Oh, Ants from Louisiana, Living life with a gentle manner, In the swamps where the gators roam, Ants has made his humble home. He wakes up early with the morning sun, Fishing in the river, having some fun, Knows every critter, every bird in the sky, With a laugh that echoes, reaching up high. Oh, Ants from Louisiana, Living life with a gentle manner, In the swamps where the gators roam, Ants has made his humble home. When the night falls and the stars shine bright, Ants plays his guitar by the firelight, Singing songs of love, of joy, and pain, In the heart of the bayou, he’ll remain. Oh, Ants from Louisiana, Living life with a gentle manner, In the swamps where the gators roam, Ants has made his humble home. So if you ever find yourself down south, Look for Ants, he’ll show you around, With a story to tell and a song to sing, In Louisiana, Ants is king.