I heard my cousin Vinnie, went by the way of a bird,
who swooped down an grabbed him another unlucky worm
We try to keep to ourselves, often in holes in the ground
never asking for much, or ever acting to proud
We just help with plant beds, and the aeration of the earth
And help with the fishing, when pulled from the dirt
Often times cut into pieces and threaded on a hook
Referred to by people, as to those often with eyes in a book
Some we even frighten, some have tried us as food
they make candy like us, and kids say that we taste sour but good
One has to wonder, if we help out as much as we do
why were treated this way, God knows that it’s not how we treat you
So be kind to my brother should he slime on by
Greet him with a smile, he maybe slow, but always willing to try 🤪