I had a slug...
I had a slug, it was my pet
I kept him in a jam jar
It got depressed, began to fret
Because he couldn't crawl far
I kept it on the windowsill
'Till one hot sunny day
I found him stiff and all dried up
Poor slug had passed away.
And now my sluggie haunts me
He floats around my room
He points accusing horns at me
and threatens me with doom
'Why did you leave the lid on?'
He whispers in my ears
His slimy face all sorrowful
With small, wet sluggie tears
And now my nights are haunted
Slugs vengeance will not cease
Though he had a Christian burial
My slug won't rest in peace













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