On a Sunday afternoon in the park,
There was a defiant worm with hope,
The other worms thought him foolhardy,
But in the end he was quite dope.
With cardboard wings he flew to a branch,
Where he met with a bird representative,
They drew up a treaty to end the war,
Harold negotiated peace however tentative.
But soon this peace was solidified,
On a Sunday afternoon in 1975,
Harold was in love with bird,
That night they made whoopie and felt alive.
The war between bird and worm is over,
Worms and birds live in harmonic accord,
Harold had a son with his bird,
Beautiful new wormbird creature, the word of our lord.


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