Untitled

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