As sunshine starts to fill the sky
And things all stir from where they lie
There's something moving on the ground
So soft and small, it makes no sound
And now revealed; a little snail
Behind it lies its silver trail
And in the early morning dawn
It moves itself from off the lawn
And with its shell upon its back
It slowly slides along a track
Towards a wooden garden gate
Beyond which cabbage leaves await
For most the track's a few short steps
But for the snail, a mighty trek
Beneath the burden of its shell
It has no time to stop and dwell
Avoiding all the crushing toes
Of hobbits running down the road
And birds who gaze from in the trees
That think that snails are nice for tea
And sticks and stones will block its way
Where on the garden path they lay
But still the snail it trundles round
The obstacles that line the ground
As surely as the sun above
The snail keeps crawling sure enough
So patiently it draws its line
And never keeping track of time
If ever things seem far away
Just keep on going, come what may
For now the snail has reached the gate
And good things come to those who wait
