On the back of a snail violin
the louse lies in him
the strings plucking
a day smiles waving.
On the horn of a snail hand-bell
the mole cricket gazes at it
little worm frolicking
he binds a bow onto the tussock.
On the tail of a snail dewdrop
goes home for an evening maybe
speeds up his snail step
overtakes the light of the moon.
A big joy waits for it at home
the goose fingernail ran out
taking the road into fast pace
the spider is doing the shopping into a hole.
On the house of a snail goose fingernail
his horn raspberry pearl
from a dewdrop brightly
onto a hammock has a rest.
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