A worm is but just a lowly creature.
Living it's life- away from all beings.
And the worm has not a thing to feature.
Living underground, constantly fleeing.
But suddenly, one day, he could not flee.
A strong downpour had washed his home away.
Now he has nowhere else to go, you see?
And so now, the worm went to run away.
And on his new journeys, he met a man.
The man picked him up, and stowed him aside.
So the worm went to rest, in the man's can.
Now the worm awoke, and on the dockside.
The worm was impaled, and thrown out to sea.
A lowly creature, how cruel fate can be?
