Today’s weather is very cold

with a chance of snow.

“What pleasant news!” the ants cried out,

And gathered by the window.

“Gather around village ants!”

Cried the mayor of the town.

“We must be ready for what’s to come,

Everyone settle down.”

But how the ants prepared, well,

It was pretty queer, indeed.

They went to gather buckets and nets

Instead of putting on their swede.

Ants like, Bo, Doe, and Joe

Said “Let’s get ready for action!”

Meanwhile, Chad, Lad, Brad

They had quite a different reaction:

They rubbed their bellies and smacked their lips

And lay down on the floor.

With their mouths open wide,

They cried “keep score!”

Annabelle, the worker ant,

Was busy getting prepared.

Because today was her first time

And she was rather scared.

“You really should be getting indoors,”

She reasoned to the other ants.

“The snowflakes they’ll come rumble and tumble.

It might be heavier than you’d expect.”

But the other ants they simply laughed

And bid her, “Join the crowd!

She’ll soon come to see what this madness be.”

“Oh for crying out loud!”

So Annabelle hid under her roof

All by her lonesome self.

Well, I suppose that’s not entirely true,

She was also there with Ralph.

So Ralph and Annabelle, they waited trembling

Fearing their friends’ states,

As the snow it came rumbling and tumbling

Upon their uncertain fates.

“First snow!” the ants shouted in glee

As the first thunder was heard.

And then not much could be made out

The snow made everything quite blurred.

But instead of the screams and shouts,

The slashing and the squishing,

Annabelle was sure she could make out

The sound of certain munching?

“Looks like we got good ol’ taters!

Perfect for this time of year.

Get your bellies stuffed, good folks!”

Could that be the mayor?

Finally convinced no one was dying,

Annabelle went outside.

To her disbelief (and Ralph’s)

It was verified:

The snow was not the dangerous typhoon

Like that one time on the bridge,

It was the crumbs of holy Pringles

Gifted by Mt. Fridge.

“Oh yippee!” Annabelle cried

And leapt outside in glee.

“What? Potatoes?” Ralph followed.

“They’re my favorite!” cried he.

So all the ants of Ant Town gathered

Under Mt. Fridge to feast.

Snow in their buckets and snow in their bellies

They ate until it ceased.

Now, Annabelle, Bo, Doe, and Joe

And Chad, and Lad, and Brad

All they do is wait for snow

(All except one poor lad).

For no one seems to have remembered

To take poor Ralph along.

Mostly he just stays inside

Singing his lonely song.

“Today’s weather is very cold

with a chance of snow.

“What pleasant news!” the ants cried out,

And gathered by the window…”