The Worm
Ralph Bergengren
When the earth is turned in spring
The worms are fat as anything
And birds come flying all around
To eat the worms right off the ground
They like the worms just as much as I
Like bread and milk and apple pie
And once, when I was very young
I put a worm right on my tongue
I didn't like the taste a bit
And so. I didn't swallow it
But oh, it makes my mother squirm
Because she thinks I ate that worm