Spring Mountains Pyrg Poem by Ima Ryma

Spring Mountains Pyrg - I am a snail.
Word is the water I live in
Is being pumped on a vast scale
To Las Vegas, city of sin.
If I stay here, I'm gonna be
All dried up in an empty shell.
So I'm heading to that city
To play the slots and give 'em hell.
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, so
Acting on survival instinct.
I'm betting the odds, I must go
To Vegas, or I'll be extinct.

Las Vegas is my destined place,
But getting there is at snail's pace.