I’m out gardening with my pail,

And beads of sweat stain my hat.

My chambray shirt is also soaked,

And I want a glass of tea.

And now I see the topless snails

With hands on hips, asking me

Why I didn’t make it to the party.

All the parties were canceled,” I said,

“Because of the coronavirus.”

But the snail girls, naked from 

The waist up, just shook their heads

And said their party wasn’t canceled,

And I could’ve come and joined them

If I’d wanted to.

Well, maybe I will.

-jenn