The Worms Crawl In (POEM)

And now for a more detailed description of how those wicked wigglies attack a body in a grave. You probably sang this one as a kid, well, you probably sang some of it… but how many of you actually know ALL the words?

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
They crawl in thin and they crawl out stout.
They bury you deep in a deep dark hole,
They leave you there to decay and mold.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
They eat your guts and they spit them out.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochole on your snout.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle in your snout,
They eat your guts, and spit them out,
And then they use them for sauerkraut.

Did you ever see a hearse go by,
And think that someday you'll prob'ly die?
They put you in a little box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
Your guts they turn a slimy green,
And then they come out like whipping cream...