My uncle had an ant farmwhere he raised a lot of ants.He taught a few to play guitar,he taught a few to dance.Another one, or maybe two,he tutored1 on the ant kazoo.He bought them little xylophones,and teeny-tiny slide trombones,submicroscopic saxophonesand itsy-bitsy baritones.He trained a few to beat a drum,and all the rest learned2 how to hum,until at last they had a bandparading3 in the ant farm sand.And yet no matter where you stood,or where you put your ear,those little ants were much too smallfor anyone to hear.