All I am is a piece of wood
Cut from something living
Touch me, I don't feel to good
I'm cold but I'm not shivering
You say I do not know, to say
All I am is the tail of a worm
Cut from something squirming
Pinned to the earth I twist and turn
For soil and roots, I'm yearning
All I am is a fingertip
Some angel's placed in cotton
And the syphalactic doctor says, he'll make it fit
But all his learning, he's forgotten

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