Mr. Snail

Mr. Snail

Mr. Snail, Mr. Snail why are you so slow?
What do you do, where do you go?

Do you have a secret hideaway
that you go to play all through the day?

And why do you come out at night
instead of when the day is light?

Is it because you wear your home
and like to be just all alone?

Tell me, what are those on your head?
I think you need nice hair instead!

Well, it's starting to get late;
I need to go, you're slow, can't wait.

Maybe I'll see you and your shell
so goodbye, so long, so long, farewell!

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