Flippant
They call him Flippant, Flippant, quick with a putdown,
No-one you see, has his repartee,
And we know Flippant, lives to point out every blunder,
Crawling there-under, under your feet!
Nobody loves this ant's constant "me",
Ever so mean and vicious is he,
Tricks he will play when children appear,
And how quickly they run when he's near!
They call him Flippant, Flippant, quick with a putdown,
No-one you see's more smart-assed than he,
But someday Flippant, he'll make a very bad blunder,
And will be crushed under, under your feet!