The Snail


I carry my house wherever I go,
Rent and Taxes I pay none whatever
And I'm perfectly sure, though perhaps I am slow,
There are few other people so clever.

Though I dont a first sight seem to have any eyes,
Or nose, or remarkable feature,
When I put out my horns and swell out my size
You'll confess I'm a beautiful creature.

Like the rest, for my pride, I must pay a high price
And make my self out to thinner,
For if not, a great blackbird swoops down in a trice
And gobbles me up for his dinner.

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