The great puts itself last not first, For it carries the weak, that all succeed. And if strong falls where weak walks, Surely the strong is less than weak. It's no greatness to put yourself first, For even the worm cares for itself. The brave may die for one it loves, But only Love dies for its enemies.
I knew a worm who lost his way, boring and digging the earthen clay He knew all along he could go where he chose, but lost his direction is what we suppose
Today, of course, was raining quite hard, he had to surface and let down his guard He made the mistake of crawling too far and the end result is a bit bizarre
He ended up on the end of a hook, wet as hell as bait in the brook It wasn't long before a fish can along and checked out the worm and sang him this song
Where oh where did you come from little worm Are you lost and forgotten, and please, please don't squirm You look very delightful I have to admit I bet you are tasty, I think that's legit If I eat you I fear, I may be unhappy I have no control so let's make it snappy
You know the rest of the story....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 259
Wrote this in a funny mood this morning but it took on a life meaning. Who is the worm and who is the fish? Just asking.