While going through some of the old documents on my computer, I came across this little story. I think it was my hope that one day it would become a children’s book, but that never transpired, and now it’s just been sitting in folder oblivion for a few years, so I thought I would share it here.
I think we can all relate to Wally in one way or another
Wally the worm woke up with the squirm and wiggled his way down the road
He passed the tall flowers and birds taking showers, to find his friend Marvin the toad.
“Oh Marvin,” said Wally, “What a glum day this is.
I’d hoped that last night, the stars heard my wish.
I wanted to wake up a big hungry bear,
or maybe a lion with long fluffy hair.
Perhaps a green crocodile with big shiny teeth,
or even a monkey that climbs trees with his feet.
But this morning I found I was still just me,
I guess a little brown worm is all I’ve ever be.”
“What’s wrong with that?” said Marvin with a “RIBBIT.”
Wally sighed and said, “You just don’t get it.
Toads like you can catch flies on their tongue,
and hop high between lily pads for just a bit of fun.
But all I’ll ever do is wiggle and squirm,
digging in the dirt, just a tiny little worm.”
Then Marvin and Wally went down to the river,
to see their friend Sammy, a bushy tailed beaver.
“Good Morning!” said Sammy with a big toothy smile.
“Hello!” said Marvin, “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I’ve been working so hard on my dam made of wood,
it’s almost finished now, do you think it looks good?”
With one look at the dam, Wally said “Wow.
I wish I could do that, but I don’t know how.
Maybe tonight I’ll wish to be a beaver too,
so I can build something beautiful, and do things like you.”
Sammy smiled, but then shook her head,
“Don’t wish to be me, be you instead!”
Wally sighed and Marvin said, “RIBBIT”.
“Oh Sammy,” said Wally, “You just don’t get it.
Beavers like you can build things brand new,
and birds in the trees sing beautiful tunes.
Peacocks have feathers prettier than gold,
and tigers have stripes and a roar oh so bold.
You all have something that makes me say ‘wow’
and all I can do is squirm on the ground.
Maybe tonight I’ll wish I was a giraffe standing tall,
or an ocean blue whale, the biggest beast of them all.
And then tomorrow I’ll wake up something better than me,
so you’ll finally say ‘wow’ when it’s me that you see.”
Then Wally and Marvin wished Sammy farewell
and walked down the road ‘til they saw an anthill.
Next to it they saw a long line of ants,
marching and carrying heavy packs on their backs.
Led by Sgt. Pepper, carrying a load thrice her size,
Marvin and Wally watched the ants in surprise.
They marched and they marched and Wally said, “Wow.
So small and so strong, but I wonder, how?
If I were an ant, I too could be strong.
I could be part of their team and march all night long.
No one would see me as just a lousy worm,
but a hard-working insect, with respect that I’d earned.”
Suddenly Marvin and Wally heard a voice from up high,
and a tall beautiful sunflower looked down with brown eyes.
“Oh Wally,” said the flower, “Don’t you know what you are?”
“Yes,” Wally answered, “A tiny worm, nothing more.”
The sunflower sighed and Marvin said, “RIBBIT”
“Oh Wally,” she said, “You just don’t get it.
You watch us flowers grow tall in the spring,
and you see our colors blossom as the birds in trees sing.
It’s because of you this forest is so green and lush.
Without little worms like you, we’d be nothing but mush.
When you dig in the dirt, it helps our seeds grow,
you make the dirt healthy for us, didn’t you know?
We all have a “wow” and they don’t look the same,
but they all have an important place and a name.
So don’t wish on stars for sharp teeth or long hair.
Don’t hope for long legs or the strength of a bear.
Everyone has a wow that is theirs alone,
so please take the time to appreciate your own.
Wally was speechless and Marvin said, “RIBBIT”,
then Wally squirmed and said, “Now I get it.
It doesn’t matter the size or shape I am,
it doesn’t matter I can’t hop high or build a dam.
I have my own wow in my tiny little me,
and that is all I’ll ever need to be.
So when the stars come out and the sun goes home,
I’ll be grateful for the wows I have of my own.
I’ll go to sleep with a yawn, a wiggle, and a squirm,
hoping tomorrow I wake up me, a perfect little worm.”