I had a pet worm that pulled out my weeds,
he filled his long pockets with vegetable seeds.
He’d plant them in rows and I’d water them in,
then he’d slither back home to my old compost bin.
He grew carrots and marrows as big as a car,
I’d feed him with honey I kept in a jar.
He grew a prize parsnip that won me a medal,
so I bought him a bicycle but he couldn’t peddle.
He said he’d rather, have some new muck,
so I got him a barrow load just for good luck.
He grew me a turnip so big it ate meat,
It would often crawl up and chew at my feet.
Then he grew some great corn, which attracted the Crows,
They gobbled him up from his head to his toes.