The Worm Turns

I'm waiting here within my hole Hiding from that big black mole While up above me I have heard the pecking of that damn blackbird At night, to get some peace, I try and then that hedgehog scurries by I squirm away beneath a log and bump into a big green frog It's no wonder I'm afraid of people digging with a spade They never notice that I'm there It really isn't very fair With all these hazards to avoid it's no wonder that I'm paranoid The whole damn world seems to be wanting to make a meal of me Well, I have had about enough It's time for me to cut up rough Time for me to make a stand and take this matter into hand So in my hole I turn round and burrow back into the ground I burrow up and then I see the blackbird's got his back to me He's completely unaware of the fact that I am there So very quietly up I come and bite the bugger on the bum