There’s a small little snail,
Who lives in a hole,
He only comes out
Whenever he sees his only friend, the mole.
They never come out alone,
They dislike people a lot,
And what next?
“Oh no!” said the snail, “There’s a drought!”
“We’ve got to get out of town!” he continued.
“Good idea,” said the mole,
So they went out of town,
By digging a big, long hole.
