Twelve snails went walking after night,
They’d creep an inch or so,
Then stop and bug their eyes
Some folks… are… deadly… slow.
Twelve snails went walking yestereve,
Led by their fat old king.
They were so dull their princeling had
No sceptre, robe, or ring-
Only a paper cap to wear
When nightly journeying.
(Vachel Lindsay, from "The Haughty Snail-King")
(from The Congo, and Other Poems by Vachel Lindsay)
7*/10. The complete review is here.