This little poem was part of Little Bit's reading lessons. When I saw the worm in our yard, it made me think of the poem. Poor little Ooey Gooey! (And who knows, maybe this worm became some bird's breakfast.)
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We've had lots of worms come out of the front yard soil and dry up on the sidewalk and driveway. Poor worms!
ReplyDeleteThe poem goes well with the little worm. Not a fan of worms but that is a great picture.
ReplyDeleteAwww cute poem, sad for worm. I used to raise them
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