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Next Year, I'll Win!

Go down to Devon and you’ll find

A tournament, one of a kind.

It’s not a relay race or chess.

Okay, it’s pretty odd, I guess.

This contest every year confirms

Just who’s the best at charming worms.

competition poster

Worm-charming’s an ancient sport - 

A noble skill, so don’t you snort.

It takes a talent most profound

To charm a worm up from the ground.

worm charming is an ancient sport

But charming ten won’t get you close.

Five hundred worms - okay, that’s gross.

But that’s how many it took Sophie,

Champion of last year’s trophy.

Last years champion Sophie

Sophie Starling is the one

Who’s gonna have to be outdone

In this year’s contest. And you’ll see

Who’s doing the outdoing: Me.

My name is Roderick from Rye,

And you may know me as the guy

Who came in second place last year

When one last worm would not appear.

Roderick and Sophie

But this time Sophie’s met her match.

I’m at my little garden patch

Becoming what the world needs most -

The King of Worms! (But not to boast.)

The king of worms

In every season, dusk till dawn,

You’ll find me in a field or lawn

Learning what will make a worm

Awake and, upward, start to squirm.

Everyone has got their theory.

All their hunches leave me weary.

Some think worms just love to sup

And yummy food will lure them up.

worms looking at a donut with one bite taken

Others think they’re scared of moles

And that’s what makes them flee from holes.

But I’ve discovered something new

That makes a worm draw close to you.

My secret weapon’s simply this:

Music brings the worm to bliss.

The wriggling beast enjoys the sound

Of symphonies below the ground,

Roderick plays music to bring the worms to the surface

And also jazz and rock and roll.

A worm has an artistic soul.

So while worm-charmers hoot and shout

And beg the worms to come on out,

I’ll be blasting funky tunes

Or trios featuring bassoons.

And I’ve been rehearsing daily

Wormy songs on ukulele!

Oh how Sophie’s tears will fall

When worms galore flock to my call!

Night and day I worked alone.

I didn’t answer door or phone

And every email I ignored.

I had to win my worm award!

Roderick and his worm waits by the phone

And now the day of truth is here.

The day I’ve waited for all year. 

When fame and glory come to me!

But what is this? What do I see?

The tournament’s already done?

And Sophie, yet again, has won?

Oh, to my horror, I found out

Just what this weirdness was about.

Those emails that I didn’t see?

Contained an update, actually:

They thought the day would be improved

If the starting time was moved.

So the contestants – all of them –

Were here today at 5 a.m.!

All of them, that is, but me.

So I was late. Tragically.

Roderick cries and Sophie smiles

And Sophie, with a massive grin,

Said, “Roderick, that’s how you win.”

So always – yes, I can confirm –

The early bird will get the worm.

The End

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