Dreary, Mighty Simon snail

For many long days,
I've pondered a tale,
one quite gray,
starring a snail.
So upon this morn,
skies dark and teary,
I'll recount tale forlorn,
A tale oh so dreary...
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Simon the bravestΒ snail,
had a horrible day.
He went out for the sunshine,
yet to find a sky of gray.
A gale whipped boughs from the north,
Past the land of men,
from Simon's hole was he ripped forth,
and into the gray again.
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O dreary, dreary Simon snail,
Of shell so bright, and skin so pale,
where are you going?
On such a strong gale?
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So on the Gale he rode on high,
through the dreary, cloud-rent Β sky
Down he went when gale expire,
past the rushing bright sky-fire.
Upon a branch he alighted,
on the boughs of an alder tree,
at first he was delighted,Β
till' came the Ravens Three.
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O dreary, dreary Simon snail,
your tale is one of woes.
For mighty snail must surely fail,
against suchΒ perilous foes.
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But fought did he,
in desperate fury,
until the ravens gave up,
and left in a feathered flurry.
Down went he to journey home,
long did he searchΒ
and long did he roam.
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O dreary, dreary Simon snail,
where came you?
from whence do you hail?
Go home little snail,
flee hisΒ wrath,
for the might of the owl lies in your path.
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Upon finding his own Home tree,
climbing in ernest,
a terror found he.
The snowy lord of bough and heather,
had chose to come home to avoid the weather.
Simon again took up the fight,
but was injured sorely,
Battered, the owl took flight,
his lordshipΒ poorly.
Into his den came Simon the snail,
across the leafy floor,
to a corner where he laid to rest,
Β and left his homeΒ no more.
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O'Β mighty, mighty Simon snail,
O' he who struck the foe.
Vanquished the snowy owl pale,
who brought the raven 3 low.
Home you are for eternity,
your tale preserved in memory.
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Thank you For listening to my tale so dreary,
on this day where sky be teary.
So Long, farewell,
may fair winds be ahead,
I write you this tale,
straight from my Head.
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poor little snail..... gone with the wind....