‘Is this a race’ said one to another
‘I don’t think it is, we’ve been at it all night’.
‘Can you not wait for me to catch up?’
‘You’ve got to be joking, this leaf is too small.’
Two snails continued their dangerous climb
as they slowly slithered along the small leaves,
high on the bush the wobbled around
their top heavy shells, all most pulling them down.
‘Where are we going?’ one asked the other
“To the top of course.’ was his reply
“What’s up there?’ asked the second snail
“I’ve no idea, but its important we reach the top.’
“Why” asked the second snail, who was struggling now
“So we can go down the other side.’
The second snail was confused right now
He’d spent all night moving from leaf to leaf
The climb had been hard he’d fallen twice
for no particular reason it seemed.
‘I don’t think I’ll bother’ said the second snail
‘Hey don’t give up.” the first replied.
“Imagine the achievement of reaching the top.’
“I have, and to think I could have slept all night.’
They reached the summit, admired the view
Then spent the morning going back down again.