The first snail

I saw a snail in Southport on a lawn
I was three,I’d not seen snails before
The lawn was bright, the grass was neatly shorn
I saw a snail in Southport on a lawn
The air was pure, at home we saw no dawn
Only pigeons looking sad, forlorn
No sand, no views, no soft allure,
I saw a snail in Southport on a lawn
I passed a pram and saw a babe new born

The crackling crunch of shell,I killed the dead
They come out in the rain and have no sense
The ones that die do not pass on learned dread
God made tigers and the snails we tread
The crunch of shattered shell,another dead
I would not like to take a snail to bed
Neither would I wish to take offence
The crackling crunch of shell, another’s dead
They come out in the rain enjoy the drench

We were in a boarding house that year
Aye, we saw the Mersey Tunnel grim
New Brighton was no Brighton seen before
Yes, it had a beach but little more
We were in a boarding house that year
I can’t remember food nor men with beer
I had a spate of tantrums, angered Mam
We were in a boarding house quite bare
To fear the Mersey Tunnel wasa sin

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