Quietly, gently, grow all the flowers,
Snails snug under them in daylight hours.
Peacefully, sleepily, Night’s robe spreads;
Now all the snails leave their beds.

Then comes the dew and the grass smells new;
Then come the snails to sip and view.
They see the whole garden, they like it fine,
And there’s a mouse come out to dine!

And a passing airplane hums so low
The snails wonder, “Could we hum so?”
They try and they try, and they’re almost done,
When suddenly, quickly, up leaps the sun!

As fast as they can they turn on their tails,
Sliding and gliding o’er very small dales.
Then over the hose and around the rocks,
Up to the back wall where nobody knocks.

Now deep in the shade they slow down to rest,
“Ah! so cool! For sleep it’s best!”

Brightily, lightily, the sun’s rays near,
To spang a leaf, or to point and cheer.
Quietly, gently, humm all the flowers,
Snails snug under them in daylight hours.