I have discovered that today is National Escargot day, so nothing would do but a poem about a snail must be found, here’s one for the children.
Snails
On their back is a shell,
It’s really their home.
It’s ever so small,
But it goes where they roam.
On stalks are their eyes,
That wave all around.
One can point up,
And one to the ground!
They eat lots of plants,
And all of the flowers.
Munching away,
Especially in showers.
Shiny and slippery,
Snails are such fun.
They eat and they eat,
They must weight a ton!
©2002 Gareth Lancaster
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