The Snakes Glasses

I was camped down by the river,
And was making billy-tea.
I was minding my own business,
When this snake came up to me.

The snake, he said, “Excuse me,
I don’t mean to bother you.
But, I’ve gone and lost my glasses,
And I don’t know what to do.”

I said, “Well there, there snakie,
I’m just about to cook.
Come and have some tucker mate,
Then we’ll go and have a look.”

We gobbled down our tucker,
And washed it down with tea.
I said, “Well come on snakie,
Let’s see what we can see.”

“We’ll need to jog your memory,
For your glasses to be found.”
He said, “I can’t remember,
But, it was somewhere on the ground.”

We search and looked most everywhere,
But no-where could we find.
The glasses that that snake had left,
So care-less-ly behind.

So, now I often wonder,
And could it really be.
That, is the real reason,
Why, snakes can hardly see.

The Snakes Glasses

Krackatinni

Kellerberrin, Australia

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