The Busy Worms

Some things belong underground, though they may emerge every now and then to feed in the night. "The Busy Worms" is a sweet little bedtime story about things which wiggle and dance in the serious moonlight. So let's dance. But then it's time for bed. LYRICS ---------------------------------------- (What? Oh I guess I can tell you one little story. Ok, lay down...) A wee little wiggle, deep underground Turn of the shovel, see what we've found Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight Now don't worry darling, don't catch a fright The worms are just hungry, they feed in the night Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight Dance in the moonlight The worms are busy tonight Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight The earth is no object, it's just passing through They keep the soil healthy for me and for you Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight The serious moonlight The worms are busy tonight Did you ever think when a hearse drives by That you may be the next to die? They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet That covers you from your head to your feet They'll lower you down in a deep dark pit And leave you alone to rot in it The big black bug with the big red eyes Crawls in your innards and out your sides The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out They dance the watusi upon your snout The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out (Good night, sweet dreams. See you in the morning!)