DISCLAIMER: This website contains Amazon affiliate links, which means that if you click on one of the product links, we will receive a small commission.

Lambs with fiery mountains and golden sands [ Music ], oh [, Music, ]. These are the waves that arched and crashed that foamed and frolicked and sprayed and splashed the tiny snail on the tail of the whale [ Music ]. These are the caves beneath the waves, where stripy fish, with feathery fins and sharks, with hideous toothy grins, swam round the whale and the snail on his tail [, Music ]. This is the sky, so vast and high, sometimes sunny and blue, and warm sometimes filled with a thunderstorm with zigzag, lightning, flashing and frightening. The tiny snail on the tail of the whale [, Music ] and she gazed at the sky, the sea, the land, the waves and the caves and the golden sand.

She gazed and gazed amazed by it all and she said to the whale i feel so. Small [, Music, ], [ Applause ], but then came the day. The whale lost his way: [ Music ]. These are the speed boots running a race, zigging and zooming all over the place, upsetting the whale with their ear. Splitting raw making him swim too.

Close to the shore [ Music ]: this is the tide, slipping away, [, Music, ] – and this is the whale lying beached in a bay [, Music, ], quick off the sand back to sea cried the snail. I can’t move on land, i’m too big moaned. The whale the snail felt, helpless and terribly small. Then i’ve got it. She cried and started to crawl.

I must not feel said: the tiny snail [ Laughter ]. This is the bell on the school in the bay ringing, the children in from their play. This is the teacher holding her chalk, telling the class sit straight, don’t talk. This is the board as black as soot, and this is the snail with the itchy foot. [, Music, ], a snail, a snail, the teacher turns pale, look say the children it’s leaving a trail.

This is the trail of the tiny snail. A silvery trail lands.

More From This Category