A vision of a snake, O devious one
A vision of a snail, O slowly one
Both that crawl across the earth
conjoined together with my daughters mirth

Now, as her mother
You’d think I’d be quite, so concerned
But this is something he will slowly learn
for all his implements she will burn!

Unless, of course, he puts a stop to it!
And he will, but really he won’t
Cause women can make you see that you did
even though you really didn’t, so don’t!

A snake in a snail shell
getting ready to pounce...
Now I ask you son,
"Are you good with allowance?"