Molten Vole

I found a worm in chunks
Scattered around the tree trunks
Be strong

I still have have hope
I think this fella's gonna cope
He will be fine
He just needs persuasion and time

You wouldn't have been badly hurt
If you'd remained below the dirt
Now let me help you
I'll go and fetch some glue

Carefully piecing pieces piece by piece
I will reconstruct you with flair and expertise

Where is the rest of you?
Let's not threat for the
Limbs you lack
Your arms will grow back

I'm not quite sure what I should do
Are you listening?
I'll try some needlework to stop
Your wounds from glistening

I will take care of you
Until your chunks turn blue