Let’s sing a song for Sleepy Slug

He’s not your average sort of bug!

‘Stinky’? ‘Smelly’? What’s the word?

His sliminess is quite absurd.

In fact he doesn’t smell at all

And can’t hear much – did you just call?

Well, ‘Sticky’ is my special friend

Leaving trails that never end.

I follow them and try to find

If he’s seen the Queen – well, never mind!

He won’t tell me! This I know

He’s modest – well actually ever so!

But now he’s acting rather strange

And in his manner, I see a change

“Oh thank you Ma’am!” he says to me

When I offer him a cup of tea.

“Off with her head!” just springs to mind

A poem of a different kind!

But Alice was a lovely girl

With apple-blossom in every curl

But you, my Slug, why do you weep?

It’s you, not her, I’d rather keep!