For many years I loved my shell
And once I turned into a snail,
Like from a hidden magic spell
I was bestowed with slimy tail.
Which has a lot to sing and tell,
Slow pace is mother to all tales,
My house is like churches bells,
It's clepper is the body of the snail.
From now on with my mighty slime,
I'll write on the shore the words sublime.
Snail
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