Solenopsis invicta

When others gave up everything
As hardship passed to fertile spring
His form he kept, and now we sing
All hail! All hail! The great Worm King!

His shell as white as fallen snow
We weaker ones who had to grow
Now carry him where he must go
To lead his men against the foe.

We fight with claw and jaw and sting
To make his word a happening
Our voices rise! The hilltops ring!
March forth, all, for the great Worm King!

Would any Queen we had before
Set sights on broadening our store
And bring this question to the fore:
Not if, but when we start our war?

But no, too wavering in mind
All enemies and ties that bind
Would be considered, each in kind,
Until some compromise she'd find.

"Not so!" says our Invicta strong,
"We'll show them who is in the wrong
With soldiers fierce and banners long
All march in time with battle song!"

Soon the tributes they will fling--
Not part of whole, but everything!
For what he's owed we all now sing!
We fall! We fall! For the great Worm King!