Jim, I wouldn’t be yawning if I was you
You are looking pretty tired about now
Not the best night to be sleeping early
They say it’s going to rain tonight, Jim
Be a real shame if you got flooded up
because you had a case of the yawns
Snap out of it, Jim, time to be a worm!
Don’t get lazy now, don’t you be selfish
What are you a grub? An old crawler?
Think you’re the only worm who’s tired?
You think I’m not tired, Jim? Well, Jim?
Guess what, Jim, guess what–I’m tired!
What would your parent say about this?
God rest its soul–oh, if only it could see
Jim, if not yourself, then for your parent
It’d took a shovel to put out your parent
A shovel, Jim, a shovel–and you yawn?
Your parent was the best worm I knew
Enough is enough, it’s gonna rain, Jim!
Don’t you understand what that means?
We gotta dig our tunnels and trenches!
This is survival mode, man, I need you!
Damnit, Jim–Don’t make me wrap you
I don’t want to hurt you, Jim–just get up
I’ll do it, Jim, I swear I’ll wrap you, man
Let’s chew on some roots–it’ll wake you
I got this one spot I like–under this tree
A lot of viney roots there–nice and soft
Go eat a couple roots, Jim, I’ll beg you
Wait–I mean, I’ll take you there myself
Last time I was there, I’d heard a mole
Scared me pretty good–drilling by me
Good thing the bastard’s blind, though
Even playing field, know what I mean?
He is a mean bastard, Jim–for certain
Overall, though, I am not afraid of him
I can sleep at day, with that naked idiot
digging all around, ramming into rocks
If I get snatched by a mole I deserve it
Alright, man, now let’s eat some roots
I’m getting drowsy now, too–not good
Sorry I had to be so hard on you, Jim
Can’t believe I threatened to wrap you
Man, I guess things got kind of heated
I am glad you understand why, though
You’ve always been a worm of reason
Always have respected that about you
And for the record, Jim, your parent–
I bet it’s looking up at you, as we speak
Smiling, from wherever it is–below us–
The big worm downstairs–that’s where
Eating only the finest organic soil blend
You know, Jim, I heard there’s no birds
In worm heaven–it’s only just us worms
Man oh man–so are you a believer, Jim?
Me, too–Sometimes though, I feel guilty
I haven’t talked to worm Jesus in a while
And when I say a while, I mean a while
I forget to even think about worm Jesus
Well–sometimes, if only just sometimes
But usually I do think about worm Jesus
Not everyday, though, is what I’m saying
–I should think of worm Jesus every day
Garden Path 