Ants and rants

Two items of business:
1) an indignant rant against snotty assistant tango teachers who cast aspersions on the commitment level of anyone who was unable to reorganize their lives to attend a hastily-arranged last-minute add-on rehearsal last week. To them I say: WTF! go boil your head! I am LEAVING MY CHILD (and dropping an average of $60 in childcare) in order to make it to EVERY SINGLE REGULARLY SCHEDULED REHEARSAL! don't even f*$%^&! start, mister.  and then I gracefully, beatifically even, forgive & I move on, to:

2) the new lyrics to "The Ants Go Marching On," by Miss P. S-H., composed this morning on the way to school:

"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 take off his trousers
And they all go marching on...

The ants go marching two by two, hurrah! hurrah!
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah! hurrah!
The ants go marching two by two
The little one stops to plug in his computer
And they all go marching on...

The ants go marching three by three, hurrah! hurrah!
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah! hurrah!
The ants go marching three by three
The little one stops to vroom in his car
And they all go marching on....

The ants go marching five by five, hurrah! hurrah!
The ants go marching five by five, hurrah! hurrah!
The ants go marching five by five,
The little one stops to put on his goggles and his hat and his scarf,
And they all go marching on...

The ants go marching two by two, hurrah! hurrah!
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah! hurrah!
The ants go marching two by two
The little one stops to eat a lollipop,
And they all go marching on..."