Fred The Snail Poem by michael hubbert

Fred The Snail



My friend the snail
one day looked pale..
and asked to see the Doc
Doc, said to Fred
as he felt his head
stay off the sidewalk

My friend the snail
still looking frail
did as the doctor said..
and with some rest
He headed West
To Johnson's flower bed

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