By Dorothy Rosby
I’ve had an annoying children’s song stuck in my head for a week now. Maybe you know it.
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah.
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah.
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck his thumb
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Now it’s probably stuck in your head too. I’m not sorry. Misery loves company.
If you’ve ever had the wherewithal to listen to the entire song, you know that after nine long verses, the ants go marching ten by ten and the little one stops to say, “the end.” And we all breathe a sigh of relief that it’s finally over.