We were digging one day in the flower bed
When James lighted up with a bright idea
He called: Hey come here little sis!
See what bubba’s got in his fist
Sarah took one look and turned with a cry
Running away like a tiger child
To grandmother’s neck where she hid her eyes
And said with a soft hiccuping sigh
“Bubba got a worm”

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