Stake me out on the ant hill,
Stake me out in the sun ...
Smear me with honey and leave me there,
Twon't be long til' my bones are stipped bare,
For chomp, chomp, chomp little ants do,
Until they've eaten their fill ...

and there's one, two, THREE million ants on the old ant hill!

(Sorry, but it did have a three in it. )