15 August 2012
It seems the treesnail's gone!
Now don't be pointing fingers
Don't put the blame on me
Although I threatened him with flight
I honestly let him be
Oh, snail! My inspiration
For an Opuss or two
What on earth will I do now
I think I will miss you
Sitting on a tree or leaf
Your temper had erupted
You were rude and crude and lewd
Because I interrupted
I suppose it's temping fate
For a snail to climb a tree
And you could have been much nicer
But you cussed at me with glee
All you ever wanted
Was to sleep on trunk or weed
But now it seems you're gone
And you'll get all the kip you need
There's one thing that I noticed
The wind was really blowing
Perhaps he took off after all
There's just no way of knowing...
alas, poor treesnail... • Opuss № I