Book IV: Inchworm

I can get around.

You might call it a rotting wooden fence.
I call it my home turf.
I can make any way around it
Any way I want
And you won't stop me.

My musculature is perfect
For this sort of thing
And if you think otherwise
I'll stand up
To the challenge
And stare you down
You giant bully.

You can't traverse a fence
Like I do.
Maybe you move faster
But I get the job done.

That's the main thing.
I do what I have to do.

I get around.

Beat that, bully.

You can mess with me all you want
But I'll keep on going
Stretching
Pulling
Accomplishing my own objectives

In your face

On my fence.