The Spoonbill Generator

Grizzled, in a state of tears,       [Apsley ]

The earthworm seized a pen       [Roland ]

And tried to reckon all his fears       [Apsley ]

In numbers less than ten       [Bex ]

Yet having penned a "C", of sorts       [Anon. ]

That Scotsmen would revile,       [Apsley ]

He started having second thoughts       [Roland ]

And donned his sweetest smile       [Apsley ]

And uttered two dramatic words       [Roland ]

To those who stood abune       [Apsley ]

And summoned several early birds       [Roland ]

To hasten to his tune       [Apsley ]

"What worm am I, what worms are we,       [Roland ]

When all is said quite through -       [Apsley ]

Who burrow in the cemet'ry       [Roland ]

And glisten in the dew?"       [Apsley ]