( my father taught me this poem, when I was four or five; as Food for Thought…)
Ooey Gooey was a worm,
A fearless worm, was he.
He tried to cross the railroad tracks?
The train, he did not see?
Ooey Gooey… The End?
I though a lot about that little Poem!
In fact, that is why I wrote Surprise, as Oouey Gooey; is my Muse.