The Adventures of Mr. Wiggly Worm

In a garden green, where flowers bloom,
Lived Mr. Wiggly Worm in a cozy room.
His home was a burrow, dark and snug,
Beneath the soil, in a leafy rug.

With a wiggly body, long and lean,
Mr. Wiggly Worm was rarely seen.
He’d pop his head out after the rain,
To explore the world, a wiggly refrain.

Through the soil, he’d tunnel and twist,
On a wiggly adventure, he couldn’t resist.
Crawling through dirt, with might and glee,
Mr. Wiggly Worm, wild and free.

He’d greet the beetles, the ants, and the bees,
In the underground world, he aimed to please.
With a friendly wiggle and a cheerful grin,
Mr. Wiggly Worm was known to win.

One day, he found a treasure so grand,
A shiny apple, in the soft, damp land.
He wriggled around it, with pure delight,
An apple feast, a wiggly’s right.

But then, oh dear, came a hungry crow,
With eyes on the prize, ready to go.
Mr. Wiggly Worm, swift and spry,
Dove into the soil, said a quick goodbye.

Through the tunnels, he wiggled away,
Escaping the crow in the light of day.
The adventures of Mr. Wiggly Worm,
In the garden green, took a wiggly term.

So, in the world of soil and sod,
Lived Mr. Wiggly, a wiggly demigod.
With each wriggle and every squirm,
He charmed the garden, Mr. Wiggly Worm.