A pensive earthworm from Ditmars
Each night looked up into the stars
And whispered “These fair lanterns make
My tender heart with beauty ache”
His mum said “Hon —— give me a break!”
“Look down, I tell ya, turn around!
A normal worm looks at the ground.”
Then Sunday night, just around three,
The night owl came around for tea. 
Our hero saw him and could flee.
But mum, whose head was in the sleet
Was eaten ’live on Ditmars Street…
Remember children, from today
Don’t heed a word your mothers say.
— Annie M.G. Schmidt