Kindness Poem by John Bliven Morin

A pair of snails were slowly moving
Down a grass stalk Christmas Day,
As they descended to the end,
They passed a lone slug on his way.

“Here, take this, ” the first snail said,
Giving the slug a piece of thyme.
“O thanks, kind bugs, ” replied the slug,
And hurried along his trail of slime.

“Why did you do that? ” the other asked.
Her mate replied, “It won’t be missed;
“It’s Christmas, Nell, and he’d no shell;
“I pity the homeless in times like this.”