I’m a Worm
I’m a worm and I live underground.
I’m am long, and I’m slimy and round.
I was born without eyes, or an ear
And you can’t tell my front from my rear.
You may get a quite a fright from one sight,
but the life of a worm’s a delight!
While you’re munching cake for dessert,
I would rather be dining on dirt.
I can tunnel, I dig and I bore.
(and right now, ‘neath your feet, I explore.)
Anytime that the rain starts to flood
I can crawl up to dance in the mud.
How I certainly, totally hate
that you nabbed me to use me for bait.