Mr. Snail

Oh, Mr. Snail
You won’t prevail
Your twisted dreams of madness won’t come to fruition
Says my insensitive intuition

How many-a-night you scream and rave
In your secluded snail-like cave
You think you do, but you have no fun
Inventing some snail dismembering gun

Oh, Mr. Snail
You won’t prevail
You will end up in some crowded county jail