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Slither was a snake
And a fine one to boot,
With spots on his back
That made him
look really cute.
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He crept and he crawled
Through the thick
jungle undergrowth,
And had many friends
Animals and birds - both.
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Playing games, having fun
This was one happy reptile,
Looking for frogs, and rats too
And even snails in
the big woodpile.
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Do you know what happened
to Slither, one day?
Oh it was really very sad.
He woke with a headache
That got worse, very very bad.
A snake with a
headache you say
Yes, it was true indeed,
His head pounded and ached
He couldn't think, he hurried.
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To a place where he
could rest
And keep things quiet
for a while,
Somebody had told him
that a headache needed
Some peace and quiet,
maybe a cool sand-pile...
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He headed for
the sandy corner
Of the little playground,
Surely nobody would
be there now
Not a soul would be around.
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When he got there,
all he could see
Were noisy fellows
all over the place
Rocko on the swing,
Blippo on the seesaw
And Ellie throwing
sand on Gina's face.
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This wouldn't do,
no not at all
Slither hurried down
another pathway,
He had to find a quiet spot
And wait for his
headache to go away...
Maybe near the pond...
A cool rock to hide under,
And sleep off the headache
That felt like wild thunder.
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Creeping, crawling
in great haste
He got to the edge
of the pond,
But what was that
terrible din?
Only then on him it dawned.
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The frogs were having
a fete today
And was the music loud!
This was no place for
Slither to rest
He was under a cloud.
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He crawled quickly away
Oh all this speed was
taking a toll,
All he wanted was
a quiet place
Maybe a tree that had a hole.
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Creeping up a tall tree
He saw a perfect hole,
in which to rest,
But as he crawled up
His patience was again
put to the test.
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There was a new owl
family there
And all asleep, for sure,
There was no way
Mother Owl
Would let Slither crawl
up any more.
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Slither crawled
down the tree
Thinking how unfair
it all was,
If a chap couldn't
rest anywhere
And give his aching
head a pause.
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Birds chirping,
critters laughing
Frogs singing,
all over the place,
No spot for a snake to rest
Not one place,
oh it was a disgrace.
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What was that? A little pot
Underneath a bush,
Could Slither fit into that?
He gave himself another push.
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Crawling over to the pot
He nudged it and pushed,
Till it was against the tree
By now he was bushed.
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Crawling in,
he pushed it close
To the trunk of the tree,
There was no gap now
Oh, finally a place that
was noise-free!
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Slither curled up and slept
This is what he had
been looking for,
A place to rest his achy head
It was not too much
to ask for, for sure...
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As the sun went down
Slither awoke, ah was
he feeling better,
This was the way a snake felt
All rested... like a go-getter.
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He crawled out of his pot
My what a god-send
this had been,
A cool, quiet place to rest
Without any light and
without a din.
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Slither crawled away
from there
Looking for something to eat,
He had something to
tell his friends
Whom he would
surely now meet.
