Seymour Rides off on a Harley

Seymour was sad that everyone generalized his kind They do not think I hear, but it hurts, I truly do mind They say we are slow, because we are snails you see He did not have to tell me, said his Grandma Vee She knew that the world made fun of the way they moved In her day she had been a jitter bug dancer, who really could groove But now she was just an old snail woman, alone in her chair. But she knew Seymour did care, yes, her Seymour did care. I think I will get a cycle and ride away good and fast. Grandma smiled at his enthusiasm remembering her past. She opened the garage, where inside sat her own Harley D. Delighting Seymour when she said “you can have it for free”.