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Oh Worm-Molly Hippert

I walk through the raining April

The worms are everywhere

I try my best to walk around them on the sidewalk with care

They look like little squiggles and squaggles

I watch them as they use their little tails and waggle

Soon the sun is out and the worms dry out

I’ve just seen the massacre of April

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