ABOUT ABIGAIL Once a little brownish snail (Her name, I think, was Abigail) Set out to roam the round world through. (She took her little brown home, too As every small brown snail must do.) First she crossed the garden wall In hardly any time at all An hour at most or was it more, Twenty-nine or thirty-four? (Well, with snails, who keeps the score?) How wide the world! Would courage fail? Was she afraid? Not Abigail! She spied a stone and reached the spot Within a week (although she hurried quite a lot). But now a bush sat in her way; Around she crept all night, all day. It was so nice she circled twice! Alas! A jay swooped to the grass. Oh, would he let one brown snail pass? Alarmed, our friend slid in her shell And was unharmed till all was well! And then, AND THEN, Now, where was I? Oh, yes, the grass below, the sky Beyond, adventure calls. And so our bold explorer crawls And crawls and crawls (A yawn) And slowly creeps (More yawns and a stretch) While I am falling Fast asleep.
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|Date:||Jul 1, 2008|
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