That pesky Pangolin is in my waking-head again.
It’s not clear where he comes from,
Or why or when.
It must be because it’s raining,
That is obviously what brings Pangolins out.
So here he is again.
This time the Pangolin has got a mandolin.
A rather strange juxtaposition.
Now for the Pangolin rendition :-
”Ants for breakfast and ants for tea.
Ants for dinner and ants are free.
That’s the story of ants and me.”