Out and about goes Auntie Ant,
Leaves her home by the potted plant,
Across the patio nice and quick,
Over the wall that's made of brick.
She's off to see grandpa grub,
He lives in the root of a rock rose shrub,
She knocks on the door rat-a-tat-tat,
And a voice inside says, "Yes? Who's that?"
At the table having tea,
Grandpa says, "You're spoiling me,
You shouldn't have baked such a lovely cake,
It must have taken you ages to make".
Time does fly when you're having fun,
She's got to get going there's work to be done,
And off she goes to the potted plant,
For that's the home of Auntie Ant.