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The Happy Snail | ||
| Onward creeps the sluggish snail, Leaving here a sticky trail. She's not fazed by distance great Nor at times the need to wait. Resolutely she proceeds Through the pebbles, sand and weeds. If she were a speedy horse She could quickly run the course, But she's happy as can be, Conscious of her destiny. When she comes upon her goal She'll rejoice with heart and soul. | ||
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