Eyes on stalks.

All along the garden wall,
Silvery and bright,
There`s a line where a snail
took a walk last night.
He came from the rockery for
something to eat,
And those would be his footsteps
if he had feet.
Have you ever seen a snail,
Going for a walk
With his house on his back
and his eyes on stalks?
Well, when he has finished he
rolls them in his head
And goes inside his tiny
house,and tucks himself
in bed.


Couldn't really think of anything to say, then Murron and I found this poem and it made us smile :-)