Es-car-go!
Slowly creeps the little snail,
Up along the garden rail.
By frustration, it's assailed,
In upcoming race, it cannot fail.
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The war for the house, it's been won,
All's been said and all's been done.
The toys are back to having fun,
While out here, under the sun,
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The snails, they've received a boost,
With newfound speed they are let loose.
Some may say it is uncouth,
But they relish speed, they are all juiced.
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So the snail reaches starting line,
As it turns out it's just in time.
The race will start, moment sublime,
Es-car-go is sport divine.
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So the flag is dropped, begins the race,
All the snails keeping pace.
The garden's theirs, this is their place,
Velocity's now what they face.