Sammy the Snail

Captian Higgins ran a ship-shape sail-boat.
Though he didn’t know how to do it fair, for sure.
He slapped on a hat and knew that was that, so what ever he wanted was done.
In some good time he found everyone in line, down to the very last son.
Every insect and animal followed his feature and knew that there was no escape.
But they didn’t see the flaw that could be when someone agreed with his take.
Sammy the snail loved to sail: but he was the worst kind out at sea.
Two shipmates have passed in just one week flat, and even mice did flee.
For Sammy does not like what he sees. He took rule of the creatures, in command of all those even leeches, demanding as though he was king.

“Ah! Rats! Not again,” cried Sammy, in cringe. “Me nose has been washed of ye makeup that’s been!” Sammy declared to the hen.
“Well ya see sir, green’s not a bad color. It goes well with your pink antennae.”
“Arrghhh! What’d ya say! These are the best shade a’ salmon I say”

It is easy to see that dear Sammy’s angry. For he wishes himself unseen. He wears a big hat, and screams angry spats, unable to control evil laughs. Only a cover for deep wither in other for none was a custom to fear. Fear of himself, an utter despair for a crisis of himself.

After much despair, raising up every hair he slid to mid of the the ship. He sat and he cried until to his great suprise; Lenny the crab came to aid. At first he refused the generous prelude. But then he gave in and his did not know how to begin. And then. He got up the courage to learn how to be a friend. And now he has found his happy end. :)