Ants In Your Pants

Ever wonder why we giggle

How exactly does it start

What makes it uncontrollable

Perhaps it's a silly fart

You see a goofy stranger

Like a dude from outer space

Before you can say Frank N. Stein

You're falling on your face

Giggles are quite intangible

You can't buy them at the store

Worth buckets full of greenbacks

Some gold and so much more

You're in a state of euphoria

Trying to stay calm but can't

It's a tonic for whatever ails you

When ants get in your pants