I AM WORMY, THE WORM!

I am wormy, the worm!

I wriggle and I squirm.

All day and night, airing the Earth, increasing its value for you.

I stop only when a long-beaked bird is near, or a mole is digging a hole to find me.

I am their favourite meal, so I stay very still, ’til they move away.

I am wormy, the worm!

I wriggle and I squirm.

When you first see me, you shout in dismay and move away.

Fling your arms about, making an anxious, funny face.

I don’t bite; it’s bits of mushy food and leaves and that sort of stuff I love to eat.

When I have chewed it through, the soil, the subject of my toil, is beautiful to see.

I am wormy, the worm!

I wriggle and squirm.

Please leave me undisturbed, my work to carry on.

I am very important, you see, so be kind to me.

Just come to say hello if you are alone.

I love a quiet chat as, when you are there, you keep the birds and moles away, so I can rest a while, listening to you.

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