An Ant and Me

There I was sitting, getting ready to stand,
When all of a sudden, there was an ant, right there on my hand!

How it got there I really don't know,
Maybe it crawled, all the way from my toe.

But there it stood, ready to pounce.
Of fear there wasn't an ounce.

But this was no ordinary ant you must see,
I was smarter than the above average bee!

It stood right up and spelled:
(I fear my pants must've smelled.)

"What are ye up to young chap?
Ye wouldn't happen to have any sap?"

I could believe my eyes,
For taking was not for someone of that size

To my self I quietly said:
"I must still be in bed."

But to my surprise, he became my true friend,
Even all the way to very very end.

Sadly, the end came quicker than I was to suppose,
For from behind a rock and anteater arose.

With a slurp and a burp,
Gone was my friend name Erp.