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A Worm | ||
| If I were a fuzzy worm, Nibbling tasty leaves of green, I would know I had a term, And transition in between. I would not like my cocoon, In a boring, lifeless stage. I would pray for its end soon, So I could escape the cage. Then would come the happy day When I'd need no longer cry. I would gladly fly away! I would be a butterfly. | ||
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