He creeps and creeps, in the grass, in the dirt. he creeps and creeps, slimy and gross. he creeps and creeps, he never gets noticed. Look down and see the little thing that's he, he creeps and crawls and wiggles all around, looks with eyes you can't see, he is a worm.
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