| Mole | Snail | Bumblebee |
| ♫ Song | Snail Poem | Notes * |
Whither slithers the snail,
whether scaling a pail
or sliding o'er leaves of heather,
he seldom fails
to besnivel his trails
with a silvery slathery slaver.
When the weather is wet
and the sunlight is veiled
with the heavens all pale and adrizzle,
the sluggish snail
neither dithers nor quails
to lug all his cargo wherever.
When the weather is dry
and the flowers all wither
with the air all hot and asizzle,
he stops his travail
to snooze snug in his shell
and hold his escargot together.
Great snail poem