Inch, born on September 3, 1995, is a worm that won't make you squirm. His poem reads:
Inch the worm is a friend of mine
He goes so slow all the time
Inching around from here to there
Traveling the world without a care!
Five bright colors make up the body and head of this garden dweller. From front to back, we start with a yellow head, then come orange, green, and blue; fuchsia brings up the rear. Black button eyes and yarn feelers complete his dear little face. He's a great gift for boys and girls of all ages, and a wonderful addition to any collection. Surface wash only. --Peggy Etra
