The Haughty Snail-King

 Twelve snails went walking after night.

They'd creep an inch or so,
Then stop and bug their eyes
And blow.

Some folks .
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 are .
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 deadly .
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 slow.

Twelve snails went walking yestereve,
Led by their fat old king.

They were so dull their princeling had
No sceptre, robe or ring—
Only a paper cap to wear
When nightly journeying.


This king-snail said: "I feel a thought
Within.
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 It blossoms soon.
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O little courtiers of mine, .
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I crave a pretty boo.
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Oh, yes .
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 (High thoughts with effort come
And well-bred snails are ALMOST dumb.
)
"I wish I had a yellow crown
As glistering .
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 .
 as .
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 .
 the moon.
"

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