Don Mulford , Diet of Worms</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=45.htm>Don Mulford </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Diet of Worms</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>If birds eat worms, then why can’t I?<br>At dinner time I think I’ll try!<br>They’ll be dessert instead of pie,<br>Then pretty soon I’ll learn to fly!<br>I’ll soar so high above the street,<br>And talk with all the birds I meet,<br>Then softly land upon my feet;<br>Because of all the worms I’ll eat!</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>