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Worms Songs, Poems and Action Rhymes
Wiggly Worms
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
I used to bring home wiggly worms,
But how they made my mother squirm,
For in the pockets of my pants,
They lived with several little ants.
The ants were cute as they could be,
Although my mother disagreed,
But it's the worms that she despised,
'Cause they would catch her by surprise.
For every night when I came home,
From all the places I would roam,
I'd bring my treasures of the day,
Inside my pockets they would stay.
But then my mother washed my pants,
Complete with worms and little ants,
And in my pockets she would reach,
And I would hear my mother screech.
She took the pockets off my pants,
I have no place to put my ants,
No place to keep my wiggly worms,
The ones that make my mother squirm.
My mother sewed my pockets shut,
And didn't tell me why or what,
But I am sure that I know why,
And it's enough to make me cry.
These days my worms stay in the ground,
And I must leave them where they're found,
Unless I hide just one or two,
And let her find them in my shoe.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
I used to bring home wiggly worms,
But how they made my mother squirm,
For in the pockets of my pants,
They lived with several little ants.
The ants were cute as they could be,
Although my mother disagreed,
But it's the worms that she despised,
'Cause they would catch her by surprise.
For every night when I came home,
From all the places I would roam,
I'd bring my treasures of the day,
Inside my pockets they would stay.
But then my mother washed my pants,
Complete with worms and little ants,
And in my pockets she would reach,
And I would hear my mother screech.
She took the pockets off my pants,
I have no place to put my ants,
No place to keep my wiggly worms,
The ones that make my mother squirm.
My mother sewed my pockets shut,
And didn't tell me why or what,
But I am sure that I know why,
And it's enough to make me cry.
These days my worms stay in the ground,
And I must leave them where they're found,
Unless I hide just one or two,
And let her find them in my shoe.
The Apple and the Worm
author unknown
I bit an apple
That had a worm.
I swallowed the apple,
I swallowed the worm.
I felt it squiggle,
I felt it squirm.
I felt it wiggle,
I felt it turn.
It felt so slippery,
Slimy, scummy,
I felt it land - PLOP -
In my tummy!
I guess that worm is there to stay
Unless . . .
I swallow a bird some day!
author unknown
I bit an apple
That had a worm.
I swallowed the apple,
I swallowed the worm.
I felt it squiggle,
I felt it squirm.
I felt it wiggle,
I felt it turn.
It felt so slippery,
Slimy, scummy,
I felt it land - PLOP -
In my tummy!
I guess that worm is there to stay
Unless . . .
I swallow a bird some day!
A Wiggly Worm
author unknown
Sing to tune of "Boom! Boom! Ain't it Great to be Crazy"
Original Words by Sandy Moons
Additional Words by Joe Stover
Yum! Yum! Don't you know I love apples?
Yum! Yum! Don't you know I love apples?
Big ones, small ones, other sizes, too...
Yum! Yum! Don't you know I love apples?
Way up high in an apple tree,
I saw two eyes look down at me.
I reached for an apple;
it started to squirm...oops! I found a wiggly worm!
That wiggly worm is a friend of mine.
We eat apples all the time.
I let him crawl back to that tree...hey!
I see a worm looking at me!
author unknown
Sing to tune of "Boom! Boom! Ain't it Great to be Crazy"
Original Words by Sandy Moons
Additional Words by Joe Stover
Yum! Yum! Don't you know I love apples?
Yum! Yum! Don't you know I love apples?
Big ones, small ones, other sizes, too...
Yum! Yum! Don't you know I love apples?
Way up high in an apple tree,
I saw two eyes look down at me.
I reached for an apple;
it started to squirm...oops! I found a wiggly worm!
That wiggly worm is a friend of mine.
We eat apples all the time.
I let him crawl back to that tree...hey!
I see a worm looking at me!
Little Inch Worm
author unknown
One little inch worm
Climbing up a tree
It’s hot in the sun
And cold in the breeze
When I need a bite to eat
I stop and munch upon a leaf
Chomp chomp chomp chomp
Then I’m on my waaaaaay
author unknown
One little inch worm
Climbing up a tree
It’s hot in the sun
And cold in the breeze
When I need a bite to eat
I stop and munch upon a leaf
Chomp chomp chomp chomp
Then I’m on my waaaaaay
Worm, Worm
author unknown
Worm, Worm
Slippery Slide,
I Smell a Bird and I
Better Hide.
Down, Down Under
The Ground
Wormy, Squirmy,
Round and Round
author unknown
Worm, Worm
Slippery Slide,
I Smell a Bird and I
Better Hide.
Down, Down Under
The Ground
Wormy, Squirmy,
Round and Round
