A bird came down the walk;
He did not know I saw.
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

"How now, little bird!" I cried,
But the bird just chirped.
It had finished its tasty meal,
And in response, it burped.

"How disgusting, little bird!
How dare you be so rude!"
"I can't help it," the bird replied.
"Worms are gassy food!"

To this, of course, I took offence;
I've farmed worms all my life.
If worms had been such gassy things,
I'd never be a wife.

The bird continued down the walk,
Yes, he and I thus parted.
And as we went our separate ways,
I could swear that bird just farted!