Little snail oh little snail, I have to say I turned a little pale,
when your news came my way, I started to pray.
Happy times, are in my memory set,
so trust in those and do not forget.
You fight an enemy you can not see,
so sharpen your fangs and I'm sure it will flee.
There may be times you're feeling quite frail,
just use your poison beautiful snail.
Do not retreat inside your shell,
I know it must be hard, when you feel so unwell.
Keep your chin up and fight, one day at a time
feeling down is not such a crime.
Little snail oh little snail, I've no doubt you will crawl out the other side victorious,
Now wouldn't that victory, simply be Glorious.
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