The Worm that flew.
Master Robin flappin and a bobbin,scritchen and a scratchin his lonely living in the ancient wood.Beneath wiggly worms a siftin, sivin and a tunnlin burrowing beneath the fallen leaves from the canopy high above.Master Robin hears sivin ,tunnlin and siftin,he starts to tap his feet like rains plippety plop,wiggly worm is so thirsty, after all the tunnlin and borrowing he needs to surface for a gargle and a gulp.
Master robin starts a jiggin,wiggly worm starts a surfacing to were the pitter patter of rain drops drop.Wiggly worm earth free opens his mouth widely for a well deserved gargle and a sup,but wiggly worms can't see and unbeknown to he Master Robin is about to have is wriggly tea.
With a flick and a pluck wiggly worm is dug up and swallowed whole without grace or ceremony,and is now a flying wiggly worm, drifting above the ancient canopy, in Master Robbins fat, content belly.
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