Behold the Lowly Centipede

Behold the lowly centipede He undulates and wiggles To form and poise, he pays no heed He oscillates and wriggles He wriggles high, he wriggles low He wriggles far and wide He wriggles in eye sockets Of ladies who have died He wriggles in the highest trees He wriggles in the deep He wriggles in the dainty ears Of ladies fast asleep Behold the lowly centipede He crawls hither and thither Of gold and guns he has no need He only needs to slither He slithers here, he slithers there Through country, field and town He slithers in the underwear Of ladies sitting down He slithers anywhere he likes Wherever passion leads He slithers into ladies And makes baby centipedes