Horny Little Guys Poem by Juan Olivarez

We used to stake these horny little guys,
To the anthills that prevailed all over.
We would tie a little string around their horns,
And stake them to the nearest hole.

What happened next was that these horny little guys,
Would systematcally impose genocide on the harvesters.
The whole anthill, for all intents and purposes,
Was wiped out amd all formic acid weapons eliminated.

Cruel? Absolutely not. The horned toads relished The ants,
And we did not relish their painful stings.
Horned toads were a natural and economical
Solution to our ant problems.

Being armoured, the horny little guys never felt
The stings of the harvesters.
There were so many horned toads back then,
Tiny ones the size of a dime to twelve inch bulls.

Gentle, and inoffensive their only weapon was,
To squirt blood from their eyes when handled roughly.
After they would finish off a mound,
We would release them, until some future date.

10/12/2014 Alton Texas