Some days it’s drizzle, some days sleet
And humans curse the weather gods -
But thank you, rain; you make life sweet
For those dark folk, the gastropods.
Some days it pours, some days it spits,
And humans feel this as a blight
But for the molluscs, damp’s the Ritz,
A place of comfort and delight.
When skies are fifty shades of grey
They read the weather with a thrill,
Then come out sluggishly to play,
Find cabbages and munch their fill.
We humans with one whining voice
Condemn this rain that never ends,
But were we nicer, we’d rejoice
In the heyday of our slimy friends.
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