A Worm's Life

Although you think me cold and slimy

I've got a nice home

Tasted your best guacamole

And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soilA worm's life can be easy

If you lay low, out of sightSometimes it's too hot for cooking

One wants just a salad

And then comes a breeze in the evening

Men light cigars and their scent fills the airA worm's life can be easy

If you lay low, out of sightBut then the rains come and the ground fills with water

And I must come up to the surface for airThen I was plucked from the wet slime

And dropped in tequila

I lay in a stupor for sometime

And one fine night I was gulped down in a shotA worm's life can be easy

If you lay low, out of sight