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Sawyer The Attacker

So small Sawyer was the terrifying destroyer
He was nicknamed “the assassin of the ants” that wears pants

One day his face was close to the soil with light breath and slight warmth
With his weapon, a magnifying glass, with which he pierced the grass

He harnessed the sun, and caused an inferno in ants’ nation without caution
He lit the ground, burning the ants that were not running

When the queen ant leapt out of the hole, Sawyer saw her
Sawyer neither killed her nor attacked her, he liked her

To rescue her from the fire he tried but cried
Because the army ants stung him ceaselessly, curiously, and furiously

So Sawyer, the attacker
Stood leapt and left