Wild-life’s home, this century.
Centipedes, uncanny forms,
Slimy, slippery, noisome worms,
From the cracks and crannies there
Startled each from hidden lair,
Crept and crawled, above, below,
Threatened me with direst woe
If I chanced to cross their path,
If I dared excite their wrath.
From a distant nook afar,