Oh, little birdies on the grass
A-hunting for your wormy lunch
The sun is shining brightly as
You wait and watch for worms to munch
You should have been here yesterday
It rained and flooded all the lawn
The driveway was a worm buffet
You surely could have feasted on
Maybe that's not what birds do
Maybe soggy worms are blah
But there's one thing I feel is true
Un-soggy worms aren't much bettah
This poem was inspired by the dozens of worms that crawled onto our driveway from the lawn in the rain.
I rescued a few that made it under the garage door, and figured the rest would crawl back to the lawn when the rain stopped.
They did not.
Don't read the next line if you are squeamish.
They were dried up in the sun the next day and I was sad.
|Probably what the worms were thinking when they got stranded.|
Hope you had a better week than the worms did.
Tell Donkey all about it if you like.