The Best Soil Around

Come up to see the sun
and lets have some silly, wormy fun.
Wriggle with me among these willow leaves,
These enchanted nights and hallowed eaves.
       Should you return to your native soil,
       We’d revert to our grudging toil—
       What merriment we would spoil!

Just you and me, what do you say?
I promise I’ll keep the birds away.
This ground is ours, you and I
So lets give this thing a try.
       In my chest is a brand new germ,
       And I feel it very, very firm
       (I just never thought I’d fall in love…
        With a worm.)