Another little bit from the storybook I created for my grandsons, Alej and Christian.
The Apple Worms
- I picked an apple from the tree
- a worm popped out and said to me
- You are invading my privacy.
- This is my house, can’t you see”
- “You silly old worm,” I said to him,
- “It’s not a house that I’m pickin
- An apple it is I’ve picked from this tree
- and I’m pickin more, just wait and see”
- “Now hold on there for just a minute
- and I’ll explain why I’m a tenant.
- I’ve selected this tree for its prime location; next to a creek you see.
- With sunny mornings and afternoon shade, it’s a perfect locality.”
- “Why Mr. Worm, I’m so sorry
- to have invaded your so called privacy
- But you’ll have to move on and relocate, there isn’t time to waste
- I’ve apples to pick and pies to bake so its best if you make haste.”
- “You silly girl I demand you move on to a different kind of tree
- Each apple here you soon will find is a home to my very large family
- We’ve lived here for many, many years and have staked our rightly claim
- So move along, get out of here, we were fine before you came.”
- “Very well, I’ll move along I do apologize
- I didn’t mean to cause you harm, I just didn’t realize
- That an apple could become a house for a wormy family
- Have a nice day, I’ll be on my way, I’ll go find another tree.”
From The Tractor Seat
By Judy Rebman