Beyond the Marsh: The Quest for Greater Skies

In Mudwiggle Marsh, so damp and wide, A squiggly worm would twist and glide. Jean-Claude Van Worm, a name so grand, But friends called him Noodle across the land. His life was sweet, a bug’s delight, With mud so cool and soft at night. The air was moist, the ground was right, For burrowing deep, away from sight. With friends and kin, he lived with glee, In a place so safe, so wild and free. No hungry birds to cause them fright, Just feasts of leaves and baths in light.