| Into a great tree, a small worm did go
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| It wormed its way inwards, and soon it did grow
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| The tree was unhappy, but what could it do?
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| It stood there in silence: the worm grew and grew
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| The tree was unhappy, but what could it say
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| The worm kept on growing, the tree shrank away
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| The worm was so greedy, it ate more each day
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| And each day it ate more, the tree shrank away
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| The worm was so loathsome, it felt no disgrace
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| The birds had been silenced, the sun shunned that place
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| And all of the forest grew fearful to see
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| What terrible fate lay in store for the tree
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| The worm grew so monstrous, its greed knew no bounds
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| The smell was so awful, if poisoned the ground
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| And all of the creatures that lived in the wood
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| Were sickened and starving: the worm spoiled their food
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| The birds could not sing, and the sun could not shine
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| The forest lay dirty and blackened with grime |