A Snails Race For Dignity

It was the fourth of July At such an awesome place It was time for all Snail's To get set for the race The competition was stiff The competition was tuff It was a quest to win To win was a must To all young Snail's It was barbecue or bust They all lined up At the starting line Remembering that no Snail Should ever be left behind Only to become enthralled Into a kind of soup or sort Then peppered with All Seasoned Salt if they were caught - So skittle daddy lightly Into the night And their could be only One winner The other's were Tripe So, move along little Snail Let's win the race Fore their are few other Thing's that ye might not want To face GF