“Old Michael, walked past the pet shop – which was never open – into the park – which was never closed. And in the park was very smooth, clean green grass. So Michael, took off all his clothes, and began rubbing his flesh into the wet, clean green grass. He accompanies himself with a little tune… It went like this…
“Bom tiddly BAM toodly doobim toodoo”
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 Bathtime. Both of these experiences were found thoroughly enjoyable to the worm colony… simultaneously. And within seconds, the entire surface of the park was a mass of dirty, brown, soggy, writhing forms. Old Michael was still pleased, and he began whistling another tune this time, to accompany himself. It went like this…
*whistles to tune of Jerusalem*
To us, perhaps, this might mean “Jerusalem Boogie”, but to the birds it meant “Supper is Ready”.