Some things belong underground, though they may emerge every now and then to feed in the night.

"The Busy Worms" is a sweet little bedtime story about things which wiggle and dance in the serious moonlight. So let's dance. But then it's time for bed.

LYRICS

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(What? Oh I guess I can tell you one little story. Ok, lay down...)

A wee little wiggle, deep underground

Turn of the shovel, see what we've found

Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight

They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

Now don't worry darling, don't catch a fright

The worms are just hungry, they feed in the night

Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight

Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight

Dance in the moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight

They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

The earth is no object, it's just passing through

They keep the soil healthy for me and for you

Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight

Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight

The serious moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Did you ever think when a hearse drives by

That you may be the next to die?

They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet

That covers you from your head to your feet

They'll lower you down in a deep dark pit

And leave you alone to rot in it

The big black bug with the big red eyes

Crawls in your innards and out your sides

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

They dance the watusi upon your snout

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

(Good night, sweet dreams. See you in the morning!)