An Early Worm Got Out of Bed

An early worm got out of bed
And murmured I feel mean!
Ill put my darkest glasses on,
And paint myself bright green.
Ill dress up in my wildest wig,
The one with purple bangs,
Ill also wear a pair of horns,
And artificial fangs.

That early worm poked up his head,
Which looked a perfect fright,
An early bird observed the worm
And lost its appetite.