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Poor little worm.
You're trapped in a puddle.
I watch as you squirm
Writhe, pitch and huddle.
It's your fault, you know.
You should have stayed in.
When the wind starts to blow
You must avoid surface din.
But up you came
Through the earth and the stone.
The weather can tame
You, it seems, and you alone.
You're learning your lesson
As I crouch at the edge.
No need to be guessin';
I'll stick to my pledge.
In plunge my fingers.
The water is cold,
With chill that long lingers
Once this story is told.
You battle the rescue
From your watery grave;
Your rolls twist and skew,
You refuse to behave.
But into the air
I send you away:
With heave and aim fair
You'll see a new day.
Back into the grass, worm.
Return to your lair to cuddle.
I just saved your ass, worm.
From now on, beware the puddle.
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