And the Snail with his horns,
Peeping out of a shell.
Came fatigued with the distance,
The length of an ell.
A Mushroom the table,
And on it was spread,
A water-dock leaf,
Which their table-cloth made.
The viands were various,
To each of their taste,
And the Bee brought the honey,
To sweeten the feast
With steps most majestic,
The Snail did advance,
And he promised the gazers
A minuet to dance.
But they all laugh’d so loud,
That he drew in his head,
And went in his own
Little chamber to bed.