I follow your tracks from garden patch
to garden patch
From dirt
to leaf
From leaf to fence
I'm starting to wonder
Where the heck you went
Across the street
Down the alley,
You can motor,
Goodness!
By golly!
Past the dumpster
And by the trash can,
I bet I'll find you,
Little man!

Or woman,
Do you have genders?
I feel like someone has said...

CRUNCH

Uh, whoops...
I guess the snail's dead.