Once I saw a snail,
It was going up my pail,
It was looking pale,
I took it and named it Dale.
It had a small little head,
With a grumpy little face,
The speed at which he goes,
I don’t think he can win any race.
No speed was its motto,
Its speed was super-fail,
It was so slow that I could take its “running” photo,
My superhero Dale.
Now, I have many pets with me,
But, I still remember him,
The superhero Dale,
Who looked rather slim
But one night,
When I went to his room,
He was gone,
And he was not to be found soon.
I looked for him everywhere,
In the desk, inside his favourite mushroom he used to eat.
But he was nowhere to be found,
He had “run away” on his feet.