Compost

My compost pie is might fine, the creatures there all thrive

I'd like to turn my music up and watch the come alive.

They'd skip across my driveway if you give 'em half a chance

'Cause the earthworms in my compost love to dance

So go and tune the banjo and play your fiddle loud

And if you sing a country tune you're sure to draw a crowd

They'd stomp on rotten fruit, do the waltz on moldy plants

'Cause the earthworms in my compost love to dance.

Grab a partner here we go

Do the two step doe-see-doe

Wiggle, squiggle, twist, and squirm

That ain't bad for a dancing worm.