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The worm

When the earth is turned in spring
The worms are fat as anything
And birds come flying all around 
To eat the worms right of the ground 

They like the worms as much 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

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