Tell me little woodworm
Eating through the wood
Surely all that sawdust
Can’t do you any good.
Heavens! Little woodworm
You’ve eaten all the chairs
So that’s why poor old Grandad’s
Sitting outside on the stairs.
Poetry For Children
Tell me little woodworm
Eating through the wood
Surely all that sawdust
Can’t do you any good.
Heavens! Little woodworm
You’ve eaten all the chairs
So that’s why poor old Grandad’s
Sitting outside on the stairs.