They don't see that whole pattern. Worm/death. Worm/death. I would catch on..

I do not want to be a fly,I want to be a worm!.

There is an ecstatic mechanism in birds that makes them fly upwards in spite of worms..

Glow-worms on the ground are moving, As if in the torch-dance circling..

A critic is a lug-worm in the liver of literature..

Worms are the intestines of the earth..