The earthworms's task is ever to be humble;
No need for either end to grouse or grumble,
If she forego all fuss and shun all schism,
And make a virtue of geophagism.
Not so, my love! The earthworm rules the world -
Let trumpets sound! Let banners be unfurled!
We make ends meet. Though fat-cat ranks be serried,
Our kids will eat, when theirs are dead and buried...