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My uncle had an ant farm My uncle had an ant farm where he raised a lot of ants. He taught a few to play guitar; he taught a few to dance. Another one, or maybe two, he tutored on the ant kazoo. He bought them little xylophones, and teeny-tiny slide trombones, submicroscopic saxophones, and itsy-bitsy baritones. He trained a few to beat a drum, and all the rest learned how to hum, until at last they had a band parading in the ant-farm sand. And yet no matter where you stood, or where you put your ear, those little ants were much too small for anyone to hear