24 May 2012
Not a sight I'm used to
Right in front of me
A little coloured snail
Climbing up a tree
Maybe he'd got tired
And was taking in some air
I thought he might fall off
But he weren't going anywhere
I said what are you doing?
Snails don't live on trees
He said I'd jump back down
But I haven't any knees
Carefully I picked him off
And placed him on the ground
Making sure there weren't
Any predators around
He said well many thanks
I've left something for you
I could feel my fingers
Gumming up with snail glue
I felt quite hard done by
I only tried to help
No more mollusc assistance
Ungrateful little whelp
Oh yes, there is a moral
And it's plain to see
Leave the bloody snail alone
If it's halfway up a tree
Snail • Opuss № I