The shoemaker listened
For ants in his soles
The baker, he searched
For weevils in rolls
They hunted and snufted
‘Til sniffers were sore
They looked and they wondered
And checked out the door

Their littlest parties
They never could find
Were under their noses
The whole party-time
They’re under the floorboards
The cellar to share
If nobody saw them
Were they ever there?