Have I any hope of winning freedom from these gastropods,
Or am I doomed to be their captive throughout all eternity?
I have two feet. I ought to run, and doing so soon leave my
Slimy captors far behind, but, curse my luck, their ooze is
Rampant. I can't stand to start to run. They bid me bring them
Leaves from branches they aren't tall enough to reach. They
Sneer, as I've no place to sleep, then withdraw into cozy
Shells. I used to think I suffered at the hands of cruel,
Stupid people. Now I ask, were they so bad? They never
Filled me with such sorrow as these gastropods.