The little brown snail
Had a little red pail,
And wherever he went
He would leave a wet trail.
Every day he would scale
Garden walls of Ms.Dale
With his little red pail
And would eat all the kale.
But the gale brought the hail,
So the little brown snail
Stuffed his cheeks full of kale
And hid under the pail.
And this is a true tale
Of a little brown snail
With his little red pail
Full of tasty green kale.
I’m starting a new crowdfunding project. It’s for the story that has been in my mind (and partially on paper) for many years now. And here’s the new cover! Let me know what you think!