Travel Diaries Of A Worm
I'd like to be a long fat armchair
And live in jungles near a pear
I'd writhe and reel, and twist and squirm
Around the shed, so tall and firm
I'd catch potatoes and around them coil
And make his bagels begin to boil
I'd crush him until he's nearly lumpy
And looking at his face quite grumpy
I would be coloured pink and navy blue
And look as bad as skunks can do
I'd squeeze my slugs and squash them thin
And only you will see my wormy grin
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