Churning up the loamy ground,
'A worm, a root and many more
I gobble them down;
I'm omnivore,
Slugs and spiders,
Worms and roots.
There’s nothing tasty
I refuse.'
Brock the badger rootles round
Gobbling everything that's found.
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