A worm I say, A Worm
A squirmy little worm
Climbed down from high above
From a tree the bluebird loves
Run now my dear fella
Wiggle on your way
The bluebird is a watching
He sees his dinner for today
Run worm run run run
Find a place to hide
The bluebird is a coming-
To bite your bright behind
Too late there 'little fella'
The bluebird has arrived
I had a thought- The worse of thoughts
When much to my surprise
The glowworm climbed upon the bird
Then waved as they flew by
Never have I seen this sight
The Bluebird was his ride
(07/01/2019)
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