Murder of a Worm in Scotland

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I saw the murder of a worm
On a sunny morning as I did yawn
And a bird, probably a blackbird
Comitted the horrible act upon the lawn...

"Och, I am but a wee morsal" said the worm
"I dont care" replied the bird
And without a feck with a quick peck
He was as good as his word...

And at once as past tense was the worm
I saw murder before me there
I just stood and drank my tea
The death did not matter: I did not care...

It is but a worm, a lowly worm
To kill to eat is the birds natural need
Who'd get upset about a worm?
Murder for food is a natural deed...

Later I was watching the news
A war with victims and refugees somewhere
I changed the chanell and drank my tea
The conflict did not matter: I did not care...

It is another country: it is not here
Man to fight man is a natural need
Who'd get upset about a war?
Murder for power and money is a natural deed...

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[Donald Meikle]

There's very few things more important than a good cuppa although a sip or two of Tullamore Dew could probably change me mind