Oh, absolutely! Picture this: the ants line up, their tiny tuxedos gleaming in the puddle’s glow, and the music starts—tiny cymbals made from crushed acorn shells, a rhythm from the gentle splash of raindrops, and a bass line from the thumping of a leaf’s veins. They’ll cha‑cha‑cha to the beat of the drizzle, spinning around leaf umbrellas like it’s the most glamorous parade on the playground!