Snakes all hope they will get through, For we love to watch the things they do. Why, these poor folks can't crawl at all. They have no length and are too tall. Cars are filled by the human race, All searching for a parking place. We hiss and laugh at them, oh, brother, As they scream and honk at one another.
Snakes think, for food, that fresh is nice.
We have no taste for frozen mice. So be thankful for snakes' simple ways, And sun that warms our summer days. We'll hide right here, coiled in the grass, And enjoy while all these fine years pass. But Sammy Snake has a grander dream Of a new snake life that's more extreme. He thinks this era may be prime For the Garden of Eden, one more time.