But I don't hear that jive. If it weren't for my baby now, The forest might not survive. The way you wiggle your antennae, You know you give me such bliss. The way you slide through the forest, You know you look so fine. Slugs are slimy, slugs are green.
Slugs are gooey, slugs are pains.
They come out oozing when it rains. Slugs leave slimy trails so neat Because they don't have any feet. Slugs are pokey, slugs are slow. Some slugs are big and some are small. They come in colors, spotted, too.