Wriggle

WRIGGLE

Wriggle, wriggle, little bug

whom I discovered when I dug

an inch or two into the ground

and came upon your teeming town,

workers streaming to and fro

with guards to show them where to go.

Medic squads were on the scene

and crews to keep the hallways clean.

Your mother-queen was in her bed

giving birth while being fed;

attendants scurried 'round her side

wiping clean her swollen hide.

The royal perfumes of command

direct the work of every hand.