Looking down from the gutter I scan the ground,

my efforts are rewarded as I spy with my little eye’s that go big and round.

A fat long worm  for my neck it is bound.

I swoop down without a sound,

next I peck once or twice before it escapes back underground.

Now I tug and pull,

this worm is taking me for a fool.

As it wiggles two and throw I grip it more with my tool.

This is a tough one to pull,

I have to use all my will.

One two three it wont get away from me,

I want it for my tea.

It’s got it’s self stuck now half way between,

oh I want to scream.

One two three it wont get away from me.

I don’t want to let it go but that blackbird is eyeing me,

I am only a little finch you see.

I WANT IT FOR MY TEA.

That blackbird has stolen it from me.

It made me fly away,

I am not getting that fat long worm today.

Looking down from the gutter I scan the ground.