Sal the skink looked in
he didn’t enter her room
he waited outside
he’s a gentleman
and when she didn’t want him
he left without fuss
and he did not return
she settled into her room
and remarked only good things

little snail, where are you going?
do you want me to come with?
little snail, you’re so steady
you’ll get there at your own pace
little snail, your shell is hard
but I’ll still pick you up tenderly

bonus accompaniment poem:

Pablo the snail goes up the wall
he moves up with all his determination
but human child sets him on the ground