Old Henry walked past the petshop - which was never open - into the park - which was never closed. And in the park was a very smooth, clean, green grass. So Henry, took off all his clothes, and began rubbing his flesh into the wet, clean green grass. He accompanied himself with a little tune.

Beneath the ground, the dirty brown writhing things - called worms - interpreted the pitter-patter from above as rainfall. Rainfall in worm-world means two things: mating and bath time. Both of these experiences were found enjoyable to the worm colony... simultaneously. And within seconds, the entire surface of the park was a mass of dirty, brown, soggy, writhing forms. He was too pleased - old Henry - and he began whistling a tune this time, to accompany himself

Jerusulem Boogie to us perhaps, but to the birds it meant the supper is ready.