[rlmorel]

It is indeed...of course it was a song made up by a bunch of young adolescent guys, so...you have to take it for what it is worth! The reason I know this, is because I know "TheDentist" and it was his older brother (the clown in our group) who wrote it...:)

I can only remember a part of the first verse (remember, I am trying to dredge this up from nearly 30 years ago!

WORMS

(andante)
When I was a young boy
And my Mother tried to feed me
I used to get as green as I could get
Cause the things she used to serve
Without a thought for injury
And I never could be sure what I had et...

WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! (this is chanted as if a bagpipe is doing it)

Worms are good. Worms are great. I eat'm by the pound,
Baked or broiled, fried or fricassied.
You can often find me with my mouth upon the ground
Sucking gently 'til they're up between my teeth!

OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH
WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS!

And I don't remember the rest. I presume we were too pleased with ourselves and laughed so hard we could never get beyond that verse...:)

Of course, I am having visions of "Lord of the Flies" remembering this time!

[theDentist]

That's a fact. My brother's humor and musical abilities were somewhat legend. And some of the parties held at rlmorel's home were legendary as well. Youth, humor, and the occasional influence of alcoholic or other substances created a number of wild songs about the unusual or sick. We'd sing with joy, gusto, and with the intention of irritating those chaperones who kept us in line.

The highlight of my adolescence were those years in "The Pit" at rl's home. Good thing too, else who knows how I'd have turned out.