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Sammy Snake's Grandpa
Sammy gives an admiring stare
At his old grandpa resting there.
For he is proud, for goodness sake,
To have him as his Grandpa Snake.

It seems that age demands it's toll.
Now he is helped out of his hole.
No longer any good at sneaking
With a body that is always creaking

Each night his fangs are in a cup.
He has to have his mice chopped up.
His vision is a little blurred
His hisses are a little slurred.

At dusk, as the fire is burning low,
They crowd around him in its glow.
And Grandpa Snake is in his glory,
As they listen to his snake life story.


Grandpa
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