Worm
Smallest finger of a worm sends a million legs a crawling.
Thousands of legs on one side joined in concert to move.
Forward, forward, ever forward.
Over bumps, into cracks, around the gravel.
Whoops! Its' a cat.
Smallest finger of a worm,
You've just become a side dish in your turn.
Millions of legs in that tummy.
Thousands of legs running round.
Forward, forward, ever forward.
Over the inside of a belly button.
No wonder my cat is hanging upside down.
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