THE LIFE THAT’S UNDER THE GROUND
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It’s funny to think of the life that’s under the ground. The mole that snouted up that loose red mound Of earth; the worm that turned those worm-casts; now, They are enough to pucker any man’s brow. Once (I was only a boy) I caught a mole, And he was angry, and bit a little hole In the ball of my thumb. Worms I have often found, Glow-worms, and ones like this that slithe around. It’s funny to think of the life that’s under ground.