The Race

The snail and the slug
Decided it was time
To find who was better
In both runnin' and rhyme

"You carry a shell
That'll make you slow"
Said the slug to the snail
As it started to go

And the bell, it chimed
"Do not be too smug
For there's also the rhyme"
Said the snail to the slug

And so they began
To rhyme as they ran
"From a man to a man
Come on, you know you can't"

Said the snail to the slug
"You know you're a bug
Running into bad luck"
Shouted out the slug

And they both ran
For a queer sight it was
'Coz none had feet
Yet both had jogged

And queer a sight
One ought to call
A snail and a slug
Racing on a wall

One trying to catch
The other's trail of muck
And either fell behind
Or ran into plain bad luck

And the sight grew queerer
As they rhymed when they ran
Each one denouncing
The other one's plan

And the sight came to an end
A sorrowful one though
As a crow flew down
And flew off with both