If you were a worm
If you were a worm, yes, I would still love you.
I’d take you in my pocket, on plane, by train, in a church pew.
If you were a worm, oh, I’d be one too.
I’d squiggle and move, with a wormy groove, and drink from leaves in morning dew.
If you were a worm, hmm, we’d make it through.
I’d hold you with no arms, make decor of charms, and watch the sky so blue.
If you were a worm, my dear, we’d be stuck like glue.
I’d make a home in dirt, so we’d never be hurt ,with a garden view.
So, darling, If a worm you are, then a worm I’ll be, because, even as worms, I’d be just as happy