This is a story,
and it's all about a worm named
Sherm.
Sherm was a worm who liked to squirm.
He kept himself clean so you'd
never find a germ on
Sherm
Sherm liked to play in the dirt
while the hoes went squirt
He had a friend named
Bert who liked to flirt
Bert's nose was pert and he always
got dessert on his shirt
Then one spring day in the month of
May
Three young boys named
Jimmy and
Froggy and
Ray
They came around to dig
in the dirt and clay
They found
Bert and
Sherman and carried them
away
Well now the three young boys took
their poles to the fishin' hole
They put
Sherm and
Bird in a can of dirt
Those worms was thinkin'
all about how that
fishin' hook was gonna hurt
Sher m the
Worm said, man, we really need a plan
Bird said, yes, I must confess
We gotta do our best to
get off out of this mess
But when the sun got so hot,
it started to bake, it made
Bert and
Sherman shimmy and
shake.
The can rolled off a rock and into the lake,
and
Sherman and
Bert went down.
Into the murky green depths of the lake,
these two young worms in the prime of their lives
seemed destined to face imminent peril.
But then suddenly,
a mallard duck who had been diving for minnows caught
Bert and
Sherm at a wing and carried
them up to the surface.
They swam to water's edge.
They crawled home, tired,
but safe and secure.
Now this is a story and it's all
about a worm named
Sherm.
Sherm was a worm who liked to squirm.
He kept himself clean so he could
never find a germ on
Sherm.
Sherm the worm, he liked the squirm
Sherm the worm,
he loved the squirm
A worm named
Sherm, a sherm named the worm
A worm named
Sherm, a squirm and one sherm
Shem was a worm who
lacked the smartphone
Shem was a worm was a
Shem was a worm was a
Shem was a worm was a
Shem was a worm was a
What kind
Sekhmet?
Yay!
Yeah!
Got some kind of worm!!