What shall I do to kill the slug,
That haunts the beds which I have dug?—
Curst slug!
I’ve sprinkled soot upon its trail,
But less than naught does that avail,
Over it pass’d th’ unconscious snail—
Vile slug!
I dogg’d its footsteps then with lime,
Dropping it where I saw the slime,
But it did change its route next time—