Musings of a party worm

Somewhere over the rainbow it lies

and lying over there, it lays,

and it lays down where it lies, but all alone is where it wanders

and every night and every day

in every single way

it's silently obsessed with me;

and now I think you see why

all my hairs are turning gray, a little grayer day by day

so we can feel pressure pressurize our brains