Snail crawls slowly up window pane
Reaches the top and turns back down again,
Wondering in his humble snail-like way,
“Where shall I go on my travels today?”

Blue Tit flies from nest box in tree
Eyes bright, searching for what he may see,
Snail ignores the little bird’s rush,
“Thank you Lord, it wasn’t Thrush.”

Black Cat slinks close to the ground
And looks for that, which can’t be found,
Green eyes darting here and there
But Snail just crawls without a care.

And as his journey nears its end
Snail smiles, his mind in state of pretend,
“I’ve travelled near yet been so far
In my Red Ferrari motor car!”