Dor I get—it’s the way in and out—but mant has me wondering. Is it like a man but only an ant? Like a tiny insect man? Since the tick trick didn’t work out, they might be trying an ant deal, I guess. . . .
It’s the reference to “Heck,” a polite euphemism for that other Infernal Place, that brings up the hellish glow; also, those lost socks go straight to Hades, where the Spirits of the Dead wear them till they’re full of holes.
Whether lighter than airOr denser than water,You’ll always do wellTo swim like an otter.
Take points with you alwaysAnd keep them sharply pointedWhen the tide comes in, floatWith it adroitly: flexibly jointed.
Keep your ropes untangled,And don’t step in their coils;Be on the lookout for wranglesWith tricksy guys and goils.
A snowglobe comes in handyWhen the flakes have all sublimed,But enjoy the cold and wet stuffWhen it falls where Anoesis rhymed.
In other words: don’t worry.Get on up, no reason to hurry;No reasons anyway unless theyMove you. Just tell the story.