And now, the waters near And so I face the final soil My worm, I'll say it clear I'll eat my compose, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's dirty I traveled each and every sidewalk And more, much more than this I did it worm way apples, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I slithered each charted dirt Each careful slither along the sidewalk And more, much more than this I did it worm way Yes, there were times,...