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If you walk along a footpath
In a heavy cloudburst,
Please, look down at your appendage,
Let us crawl across at first.
We don't croak, emit no yelps,
We're behaving ourselves.
We keep resting all the time,
Even when crawling we recline.
Pay attention to your members!
Wipe your glasses! Please, look down!
There are little worms, remember,
crawling, making not a sound!
Pass us by, that's all we're asking:
We can't stand the ringing hooves.
And for us the most disgusting
Are the fishers with bamboos!
We do not need an umbrella,
We're no damsels in distress.
While in poodles, any fellow
Has the right to wear no dress.
It will very soon stop raining
Grass will grow under the Sun
And the worms will start afresh
Bet whose is the better flesh.
We were born in dirty ground.
Let's be frank about us.
But a hen is neither bound
To become an airborne lass.
There are many birds above us,
Many animals around us.
As to us: we'll lie a bit
And then crawl to our pit. | 
