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 wrigles 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