Untitled (Little snail, run, run)

Little snail run, run
Into those weeds or under that stone
For the blackbird has stopped
Has stopped, 
Has stopped
His singing and hopped
Down the stairs of the trees
And one eye has popped
Like a doll's glass eye - 
Is it a snail or a pebble he sees?
Hurry snail if you do not want to die.

Little snail run, run
Into those weeds or under that stone
For the sun has come out,
Come out,
Come out
With a bang and a shout
And the hens are running into the garden
Through the haggard gate