[Douglas G. Brown]

Sexton of Mt. Repose Cemetery Battles Severe Ant Infestation - Local newspaper item

The mouse grows old in winter's cold
And thirsts in summer's heat;
But graveyard ants lead lives that can't
Be beat by man nor beast;
Beyond the graveyard gate they wait
For another human feast.

The junkyard dog treads a starving slog
Through the life that's dealt to him;
But the graveyard queen's as epicurean
As Farouk or Diamond Jim;
When a stiff's interred, she gets the word,
And moves her fam'ly in.

To end his toils, the lobster boils
To grace a diner's plate;
But the graveyard ant knows the diner can't
Avoid his final date
With destiny ... and you and me
Will share his grisly fate.