The Snail.

I met him on the path,

down the garden,

creeping towards me,

as bold as you please.

Says I in the voice of a giant:

'Out of my way there!

Out of my way!'

At that he sort of reared up,

like a horse that's ready to charge,

while waving his horns all about him,

as warriors might rattle their swords.

Not knowing quite what I was feeling,

faced with something so terribly strange,

I turned and fairly calmly retreated

but was glad to be back indoors.

You might think I'm a bit of a cowardy,

but a fellow has got to keep safe.

There might have been more of them!

There could have been FOUR of them!