Reports of a Snail Slime Trail

A consequence of a misspent youth Is a flashback to when my mother beckoned me to her Calling me by my full name Christopher not Chris One could assume one was in a fair bit of trouble But on this occasion it was not the case What she needed was fresh eye's to crack the case Of the curious case of the mysterious kitchen slime trail leaver Because i as the outdoor city type knew and was up on recognizing and identifying my animal doo-doo po because i am full of it So i got straight to work armed with my magnifying glass And instantly identified the guilty party You see it could have been a number of different species or thing's But i knew straight away it was indeed a snail And how did i know this you ask Simple because you can see almost everything looking through that magnifying glass So much so i could see him lip synching the jedi mind trick I am not the snail you are looking for What you want is escargot or frog's legs