Worm

The early worm did not get the bird
He might as well stayed in bed
It's so hard to capture the feathered one
When you are smaller than its head

Drinking tequila until dawn
The Mexican worm hasn't a chance
Drowned in a quart bottle
Without even a last dance

You might as well cut me in two
And I will begin to grow anew
I will no longer have to be blue
A worm should have some fun too