I hurt my back I cried and prayed to God
That next time I’ll be born a gastropod
You might call me spineless, this is true.
I hope the Lord won’t send me back as you.
Slugs and snails can have a happy life
There is no class,no politics, no strife.
Humbly in the damp they live and die.
They don’t look up and wish that they could fly.
They do not read or use a mobile phone.
They don’t get flu nor covid 99
How my heart sings 