Snails

The snails in my garden
They chant and call me king
They climb into my bedroom
And at night they sweetly sing

They all say how great I am
And that the messiahs come
One of them plays a saxophone
Another bangs a drum

The divine and almighty leader
"The chosen one," they sing
Smiling from their faces
Left and right they swing

It shouldn't just be the garden
They say I must rule the land
We'll preach my name to everyone
And make them understand

I took them down to London
To make a great big fuss
I put them in a shopping bag
But left it on the bus