A millipede looked at his bike,

     And thought for quite a while:

'Well which of all the feet I have

     Should I use to ride a mile?'


A worm came up and spoke to him:

   'Your problem makes me sorry,

But, thankfully, I have no feet,

     So I’ll never have your worry.'


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