All I am is a piece of wood Cut from something living Touch me I don't feel too good I'm cold, but I'm not shiverin' You say I do not know, to say All I am is the tail of a worm Cut from something squirming Pinned to the earth I twist and turn For soil and roots I'm yearnin' All I am is a fingertip Some angel's placed in cotton And the syphalactic doctor says he'll make it fit But all his learnin' he's forgotten