By Shaylynn Hewitt
Look at my squiggly little worm
The way he moves and squirm squirm squirms
He loves to dig around in dirt
But loves women more, that little flirt
My worm’s favorite place is the apple orchard
There was a race last year... He came in third
But he's going back again this year
Lately he's been trying to face his fear
Of the fishermen that fish quite near
He's scared of being eaten by a fish
But to scuba dive would be his greatest wish
My little worm is my best friend
But I know one day it'll come to an end
Because one day he will find a wife
He'll have kids and move on with his life
He'll get a house and move away
Into an apple tree down by the bay
But until that day we'll stay best friends
Because deep in my heart our friendship never ends
That's the story of my squiggly little worm
And the way he moves and squirm squirm squirms
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