Do not smirk as a hearse goes by,

For you may be the next to die.

They wrap you up in a big white sheet

And throw you down six feet deep.

They put you in a big black box,

And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

All goes well for a week or two,

Then things start changing; all is new.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,

The worms play pinochle on your snout.

A big green worm with rolling eyes,

Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.

Til your blood turns mossy green

And oozes out like Devonshire cream.

Worm Moon marks the season of rains, when the worms scuttle forth, aerating the earth with their movements and enriching the soil by digesting waste in organic material, which creates organic fertilizer.





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