I’m
just a little baby snail
One
end’s my head, one end’s my tail
I
ate some juicy leaves last tonight
In
Helen’s garden by moonlight
I
really like to eat those greens
I
love that lettuce and those beans
I’ll
eat and eat, and grow and grow
Then
I’ll become an “Escargot”
I
must hide out before its dawn
If
I get caught, I’ll get stepped on
And
chances are just one to seven
I
may wind up in that snail heaven.
D.B.C.
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