JMH Dull Productions


I don't know where they come from.

I just know that they're here.

Early spring; the compost heap - the worms appear

They do such work methodically

The leaves will disappear

To rich black soil becoming earth

The worms are here

And I wonder in this universe

Of worms we cannot see

They're slipping in and slipping thru

To leave things as they all must be

And in a rotting compost heap

They've come to eat - oh dear!

To feast on any putrid waste

The worms are here.

The worms are here

The worms are here

The worms