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 Glacier Ice Worm

An animal extraordinaire

The small glacier ice worm does be.

Freezing temperature it can bear,

The how is still a mystery.

Measuring 'bout a half inch long,

And thin as threads of dental floss,

The ice worm in vast numbered throng

Dot the glacier surface across,

Seeking algae to feed upon,

During the dark hours of night,

And then disappearing at dawn,

Back in the glacier out of sight.

Glaciers are melting very fast.

Soon, ice worms something from the past.