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Hey Mister Snail
Hey Mr Snail, Mr Snail, Mr. Snail
I want to check my mail, Mr. Snail, Mr. Snail.
Snail rolled his eyes; he was tired of this bug.
Give me a ride, she said, and I will give you a little hug.
I am tired of this harassment, he told her, so the answer is no.
I have never asked for a ride before she said, tickling his toe.
Then who does? He asked her, thinking it was her all along.
She began to sing about her sister, an unflatteringly long song.
So Mr. Snail gave in, for the hundredth time that week.
And the sly lady bug gave her sister a wink and a peek.
They were always checking the mail, they checked it every day.
Just to see if Mr. Snail was still as easy as he was yesterday.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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