Once upon a time there was a nail,
Who hated hammer, his place in life,
Which was stationary driven forever
Into signpost- this way paradise,
Where lady crawled-leisure horny snail,
Opposite of hell with tears and sighs
Of old, rusty sentinel point way nail
But there came science in action
No nature or god in affection
Lady snail is coupled with infection
Of dandy pesticide perfection-
Snail is converted to virus nail,
Evolution without fail,
This way overcrowded jail.
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