After the rain,
The worms come out to play,
After they play,
They like to stay away,
From the busy roads,
Because they get eaten,
By big fat toads,
When the sun shines,
They will go back to their hole,
When I poke them,
They'll wave and say hello,
Oh slippery worms,
Please can you take me away,
Away to your cozy home,
Your pink bodies so very pretty,
Oh worms can you hear me,
I'm carrying a grown up child,
And matches in sticks of fives,
I know you're meek and mild,
So might we trade our pitiful lives?
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