Shelby was a graceful snail 
Folks said he had blue blood 
His shell had a lovely turquoise tinge
He buffed it with wax and gloves 

From leafy shrubs to the ground 
He’d slither and he’d glide
He’d peer at all who came his way 
With a monocle on his left eye 

He never spoke to anyone 
Not the earthworms nor the flies 
The lady snails and the misses slugs 
Looked on with great big sighs 

But master Shelby stayed aloof 
His heart was not a prize
To give to pretty girls who would 
Gaze at him with roving eyes 

One day while he was gliding along 
With his monocle and cravat 
He saw the most exquisite toad 
With an umbrella and bowler hat 

He slowly moved his eye stalks  
In gracious acknowledgment 
He was a toad with taste, so he made haste 
To say hello to the gentleman 

It has now been five years since
That elegant friendship was made
Shelby Snail and Toad O’Toole 
Are still the very best of mates.