There once was a girl in my class
Who loved rolling ’round in the grass.
With leaves in her hair
She’d crawl here and there
Her life was a whimsical farce.

The teacher would holler and flail.
“It’s silly! It’s nuts!” he would rail.
“Why do you revert
To wriggling in dirt?”
“Because,” said the girl, “I’m a snail.”


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