My brother ate a worm last night
which really made me cry.
I thought because he ate that worm
that he would surely die.
And if he died, I knew for sure
that I would be to blame,
cause when he said he’d eat a worm
I really mocked his claim.
I said, “There’s no way, Chicken Boy,
I know you’d be too scared!”
“I’m not a chicken!” Tommy said,
and then he really glared.
And then he started digging dirt
and said, “I’ll find one here.
You think that I’m a Chicken Boy,
but see — I have no fear!”
“Don’t be dumb,” I said right then.
“A worm will make you die!”
But now he was determined,
and I began to cry.
And then, he found a great big worm
and brushed off all the dirt.
He said, “See, I’m no Chicken Boy,
and this won’t even hurt!”
So then, in one gulp, it was gone,
and I let out a scream,
but Tommy now just danced around
and his eyes did gleam.
Suddenly, my brother dropped
and then lay on the ground.
I knew, at once, that he was dead!
I sobbed and looked around.
I cried some more as Tommy lay
because I was to blame,
and all the guilt that I then felt
filled me full of shame!
But soon, I noticed Tommy’s smile
which meant he wasn’t dead,
and since my brother scared me so,
“I’ll get you!” I then said.
And now I’m planning what I’ll do
to make my brother pay.
A garter snake will be involved
and that’s all I will say.