Escargot
An escargot was pacing within a pasture,
amid greens and weeds, flowers and bees,
and was whistling happily in agriculture,
his best allegro song, 'fiu fi-fiu fiu fiii'.
The snail was happy! Bees were humming,
and above, a bright Sun, crowned its shell,
with little morning dew drops, drumming,
tip tip; Like an ocean wide, was the well!
Pacing he whistled, feathered and bonnie,
aesthetic, pleasantly apt was his sound,
nodding to birds in foliage who were lonely,
fi-u fi-fiu fi-u fii, with clover abound.
And happily the escargot nicely smiled,
to all creatures with poetic glimmering,
with a cuckoo radiantly to coo-coo mild,
he pi-ki pi-ki, reputed scripts genuine!
And then walking sniffed a bright stone
that shined in a thorough spell lambent,
'lap iz' nigh nai nai nai, like sky in dawn
handsomely singing in a foreign accent.
A deity of Sun-Gold fields 'Pan d' Ore',
was dancing at his whistle! Amidst greens
the snail danced too, jumped in galore,
in subtle ways to be a beloved of Sirens.
Amid the gleam of that galore, Lady 'Lu-
iz-a' splendid singer with her pink balloon
to accompany the snail in folklore imbue,
fiu fi-fiu fiu fii, danced to reach the moon!
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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