-What is this?
-It is a worm.
-Does it likes the sun and warmth?
Does it likes the ocean breeze?
Does it likes the grass, the trees?
-I don`t think. I likes a dirt.
- Seems to me it`s terrific.
-It can`t see, can`t hear, can`t fly,
It can`t feel, no chance to try;
And the worm has not a heart.
-May I ask? Whose this is fault?
-I don`t know whose this is fault,
That the worm has not a heart.