Both alike in all ways
Except that one flew and one crawled underground,
One had bones and the other naught,
One breathed 'neath lungs and the other 'neath skin
But other than this, tis total kith and kin
But these houses,
Mortal enemies be,
For one did consider the other
An early morn delicacy
But, we see Bert the Worm
For a worm he was, in form and function,
Hath an eye for none other
Than that of Robin, the silver breasted sparrow.
But if truth be told,
Bert had no eyes at all, but instead a sensor sensitive to light
The light that was his Robin.
And so does our doomned tale began
With Bert and his beloved Avian.
And beneath the chest
Of the silver breast
Of Robin, a heart did beat for Bert
And all of Bert's fourteen hearts did beat for the hurt
of being a worm.
And nay, tho such a tale troth end only in tragedy
We need to hear it, as the case may be,
Heed the tale, and on humble needs pray
For gentle Robin, and her lumbricidae.
