What is the world to a worm?
Partly digging and partly a squirm
When there’s wetness down there
It arises for air
To the surface for just a short term
What is the world to a fly?
Everything is a big apple pie
Seeking things that are rotting
But avoiding the swatting
Are the skills that a fly must apply
What is the world to a hawk?
Is it air that it rides for its stalk?
Or is it a prize
That it spots with its eyes?
Flying high sure beats taking a walk
What is the world to a cat?
A big juicy mouse or a rat?
Or just getting petted
While warmly embedded
Surely nothing is better than that
What is the world to a dog?
It is sleeping as sound as a log
And taking a walk
Every night ‘round the block
And then eating its food like a hog
What is the world to a hair?
Getting combed with its neighbors up there
It’s the way that it hangs
In rather long bangs
Drying out with a lot of hot air
What is the world to a skunk?
When it’s angry and gets in a funk?
The answer’s expelling
A very strong smelling
It is best not to anger a skunk
What is the world to a fish?
If it could, just what would it wish?
To always be knowing
The way things are flowing
And having a tail it can swish
What is the world to a pigeon?
Does it wonder or have a religion?
Would it utter a prayer?
Way up in the air?
If it could think of these things just a smidgen?
What is the world to a beetle?
Avoiding the earthly upheavals
While crawling around
On the top of the ground
And playing with ants just a leedle
What is the world to the ants?
It is doing an ant kind of dance
And working together
In all kinds of weather
While living in holes beneath plants
What is the world to an eel?
An environment very unreal
Surrounded by waters
And fishes and otters
Being slimy for them is ideal
What is the world to a horse?
It is racing and running outdoors
Then having some hay
At the end of each day
And oats, a horse’s main course
What is the world to a star?
Has it any idea who we are?
In the evening, out shining
Through the clouds’ silver lining
Twinkling brightly at us from afar
What is the world to a cloud?
Surrounding the Earth in a shroud
Truly loved by the grains
For life-giving rains
In the fields that the farmers have plowed
What is the world to a whale?
It is growing to rather large scale
Making big swimming motions
In the depths of the oceans
With magnificent flips of its tail
What is the world to the bees?
Is it pollen of flowers and trees?
Or is it the sound?
Of buzzing around?
When they’re swarming near hives in the breeze?
What is the world to a germ?
Which seems to have nothing to learn
Does it spend time selecting
The things it’s infecting
Depositing with no return?
What is the world to the sand?
On the beach at the end of the land
Having all kinds of fun
In the heat of the sun
And in summer, so much in demand
What is the world to the grass?
I really am happy you asked
It’s the knowledge that growing
Gets controlled by the mowing
Their haircuts all happen quite fast
What is the world way up high?
It’s a place where the pelicans fly
Way up in the air
Looking down from up there
I think that’s a good reason why
What is the world to a book?
It is something at which people look
To do all their reading
And help with succeeding
Unless I am somehow mistook
What is the world to a car?
A highway that goes very far
It’s pavement and shoulder
But unless you drive bolder
You simply can smile at radar
What is the world to a rose?
It is something that looks like a nose
That is sniffing your scent
And the places it went
Smelling better than all the meadows
What is the world to a boat?
A place where you go out and float
It is fun and moreover
Unless it tips over
There won’t be a bad thing to note
What is the world to a store?
It’s the people coming in through a door
Who search for details
Of the latest big sales
So good they are hard to ignore
What is the world to a frog?
It’s simply a wet, messy bog
Full of water most mucky
And things that are yucky
Through which everybody must slog
What is the world to an ax?
It is something a lumberjack hacks
When the cry’s yelled out “timber”
You have to remimber
It’s time to be making some tracks
What is the world to a chair?
It’s a place to let people sit there
They can let out a sigh
As the world passes by
Leaving all of their problems elsewhere
What is the world to a mouse?
It’s a hole in the wall of a house
Near a source of some cheese
It can access at ease
And enough stuff to share with its spouse
What is the world to a kite?
It is something to see from great height
A big line of string
Holding it on upswing
And a tail on the end fastened tight
What is the world to a fox?
It’s the place in the woods where it walks
With rabbits and bears
Without any cares
Fox trails are the forests’ sidewalks
What is the world to a phone?
It’s the thing that you use to call home
After doing the dialing
Everybody is smiling
With it, you are never alone
What is the world to the breeze?
It’s the rustling noise of the trees
As the wind passes through
Moving leaves all askew
To some widely varying degrees
What is the world to a wagon?
It’s the place someone takes you out draggin’
If you’ve carried a load
Every place that they goed
Your middle may badly be saggin’
What is the world to a gnat?
Everything is much bigger than that
From a fly or mosquito
To a tasty Dorito
No one ever would call a gnat fat
What is the world to a kitten?
It’s a place to be mewin’ and sittin’
Until it should hap
To take a quick nap
Before playing again with a mitten
What is the world to a mole?
It’s surrounded by dirt in a hole
They are known to be thorough
Digging deep in a burrow
And that is the mole’s tiny role
What is the world to a couch?
It involves getting sat on and ouch (!)
The heavier they are
The bigger the scar
Even worse if it is an old grouch
What is the world to a curtain?
Of this, it seems no one is certain
They are open or closed
And everyone knows
That’s two ways of curtain convertin’
What is the world to a rug?
It’s a place for some dirt or a bug
That gets pulled far away
When a vacuum’s at play
So it’s best no one there get too snug
What is the world to a trunk?
It amounts to a whole bunch of junk
That got dumped inside
Its leathery hide
While making a loud, noisy clunk
What is the world to a weed?
It’s the place to be spewing its seed
Which flies through the air
Falling down everywhere
Then growing back into a weed
What is the world to a bed?
It’s a place where you lay down your head
And then at your choosing
Begin some deep snoozing
Or lying awake there instead
What is the world to a hoe?
Digging rows for a garden to grow
Whether lean salad greens
Or the long skinny beans
A hoe is important, you know
What is the world to a hat?
It’s a head upon which it has sat
Whether balding or hairy
Or extraordinary
There’s a hat for each head just like that
What is the world to your mom?
It’s you, because you are the bomb
She will always adore you
And be right there for you
Even after you’ve grown and you’re gone
What is the world to an ear?
It is everything that it can hear
Whether noisy or chatter
It just doesn’t matter
To an ear it will seem very clear
What is the world to a pig?
It is eating so it can get big
It’ll roll ‘round the pen
Going oink now and then
And when happy, it dances a jig
What is the world to a thorn?
It’s all of the things it has torn
Some are pants, some are dresses
But my number one guess is
A thorn will be met with much scorn
What is the world to a barn?
It’s a place for the cows to keep warm
And to keep lots of hay
From blowing away
In case there should be a big storm
What is the world to a yard?
It’s a place people work very hard
From mowing to sowing
With everything growing
People all keep it in high regard
What is the world to a goose?
It is flying wherever it choose
And a place to meander
Every goose, every gander
Whenever they’re out on the loose
What is the world to a train?
It is traveling in its own lane
Moving fast down the track
Carrying passengers back
Much more comfy than any airplane
What is the world to a ski?
Blowy, snowy and very wintry
Riding up, sliding down
Through the snow on the ground
It is moving as fast as can be
What is the world to a toy?
The hands of each girl and each boy
Joyous noises of playing
Everybody displaying
Much happiness and lots of joy
What is the world to a plate?
The things that it held that you ate
Beans, peas, and tomatoes
Some chunky potatoes
And dessert that was really first rate
What is the world to a string?
It’s the bundles it ties up of things
Whether large or quite small
A string holds it all
I guess you can string anything
What is the world to the sky?
Looking down on the earth from up high
Seeing people as ants
And trees as small plants
A place where the airplanes can fly
What is the world to a plane?
It’s a place to fly over again
Way up in the air
Taking us everywhere
Like Oregon, Florida, Maine
And so now I say to you dearies
In answer to so many queries
My thoughts on this trend
Have now reached the end
This verse is the last of the series
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