When the earth is turned in spring
The worms are fat as anything

And birds come flying all around
To eat the worms right off the ground

They like the worms just as much as I
Like bread and milk and apple pie

And once, when I was very young
I put a worm right on my tongue

I didn't like the taste a bit
And so. I didn't swallow it

But oh, it makes my mother squirm
Because she thinks I ate that worm