Snail, Snail

Today was one of those beautiful July summer days.  Every breath of air was praise to God.  The trees are so luscious green and all the flower blossoms are huge.  Nature reminded me of the nursery rhyme, Snail, Snail.

SNAIL, SNAIL

Snail, Snail,
Put out your horns,
Be glad! Be glad!
Don't be forlorn.
The trees clap hands,
The hills, they sing!
Don't you hear
The bluebells ring?
Come and join them!
Ring-a-ling!
God cares for us!
Come! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Rewrite of This Little Piggy

This little puppy learned to wiggle.

But this little puppy couldn't get the hang of it.

This little puppy stood at attention.

And this little puppy whined weakly.

And this poor little puppy was often stepped upon.