Bag-Worm Blues
Bill Bailey the bagworm
Had more than enough
As bagworms go
He had plenty of stuff
His home was a castle
He’d lined with care
Stacking higher and wider
Than bagworms should dare
But one day Bailey sneezed
And it all tumbled down
Of the proud old bagworm
Nothing was found
But a heap of junk
That was pleasing to see
For all the other bagworms
Who collected with glee
Copyright © Douglas Dicketts | Year Posted 2014
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