Chip 'The Snail'
Was a mullusk hit by softball hail
While dinning on Mrs. Greenstock's kale
Oh, no one grieved for Chip 'The Snail'

Gradually
He regained sight in his aentenee
His shell growing back irregularly
Oh, Chip 'The Snail' healed gradually

His shell had been broke
Pieces poked him like a nail
As he writhed in pain
No one came for Chip 'The Snay ay ail'

Chip 'The Snail'
Hid himself inside a garden pail
While re-generating A new tail
Oh, no one grieved for Chip 'The Snail'

He was on his own
Feeling prone and rather frail
As he almost died
No one cried for Chip 'The Snay ay ail'

Chip 'The Snail'
Headed back out on the garden trail
And was found by Greenstock's boy named Dale
Who, shared his weed with Chip 'The Snail'

Mmm.... mmm... mmm...