Love dem boids..
I wish I was an little worm,
the one the early bird is after.
When he'd stick out his silly beak
to give my oval tail a tweak,
I'd wrap myself around his feet,
and trip him up with laughter.
Ahem, that's an original poem by me..
it was a takeoff on one my father had printed in the Saturday Evening Post in the twenties... something about
"I wisht I was a bird's egg,
way up in a big tree. When
a (naughty) little boy came by
and looked up at me with glee,
I'd bust my (naughty) little self
and sprinkle him with me."
Grammatically wrong, natch, but I think that is how I remember them.
So, let's see if this works -