A little earthworm,
Popped out of the ground.
And his little smile,
Turned into a frown.
Standing above him,
Was Robin red breast.
With his beady eyes,
And a puffed out chest.
And the last thing the earthworm,
Would ever do,
Was say, ' This is for the birds, '
As he was bit in two.
12/1/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem