A worm crawled up a branch to a leaf
And glanced at all the food within reach.
His stomach rumbled as he looked at his "plate";
He dove into the middle and rapidly ate.
The worm didn't choose the choicest of greens --
Instead, he ate of everything.
After his meal, he napped on a stick;
But when he awoke, he felt very sick.
The worm clutched his stomach, and moaned in pain;
By shoving all food in, what did he gain?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem