A Butterfly, a Frog With a Krplunk

The poem is about the bird, preditor, walker and hopper. It's not about the fellow who was eatin raw, is it? It was? He's dropped. After the first stanza, we don't see the worm again. In this poem, our worm has lost its life. The tightness of the harmonyis here le'sust. Let's hear it again, but this time we'll just isolate the voices. A b, a, d and an e, close together, sung like three voices bursting out of a single body. And thus the poem concludes. But where's our worm? Where's our worm?"