One of Wilson's friends in Australia, John Kaniecki, kindly wrote a brilliant poem for me!
Here it is:
ANTEATERS
by John Kaniecki
I am the great promoter
Peddling some sinister sacred sin
I am the great promoter
PT Barnum’s twin
Like a rocket above the skies
My ticket sale soars
I need not tell any lies
I am advertising ‘Ant Wars’
Picture if you will
A green grassy field
Ants march through blades of grass
Secretly they pass
Oh what a wondrous thrill
These stubborn insects refuse to yield
But alas in comes the anteater
We call him Paul but his name is Peter
He is well trained in the art of eating
With a wicked wild nose there is no chance of defeating
Our miraculous hero
The score starts at zero to zero
But soon Paul gives it his all
See the ants by the score fall
Sucked up in the long snout
There is no doubt
The honors go to the winner
In this case a tasty dinner
And so the sun sets on another Australian day
Paul has more than earned his pay
No pesky ants will be coming our way
Hail to our friend
May his life have no end
For as long as he walks by our side
No matter how much the ants increase
We may have our cookouts in perfect peace
That truth cannot be denied
Anteaters wherever they trod
Are a gift straight from God!
Is that Brilliant or what?! Thank you, John!
You can see some of his other work here:
https://www.amazon.com/John-Kaniecki/e/B00NV8AU76%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share
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