A smooth snail

Well he slides through the garden, rain or shine,

Takin' every minute like a vintage wine.

With a shell on his back and a glimmer in his trail,

You can set your watch to the Hourly Snail.

Never in a hurry, he’s cool and composed,

Jazz in his soul and his eyes half-closed.

He don’t need a clock, he just feels the scale,

Movin' to the rhythm like an old jazz tale.

Ohh, Hourly Snail, you’re takin' your time,

Groovin’ through life like a brushed drum line.

While the world speeds up, you just inhale—

Exhale... swing slow, Hourly Snail.

He don’t chase the bus, don’t race the sun,

He just hums a tune and lets life run.

When the moon comes up, he’s still on the trail,

Dancin’ with the stars, that Hourly Snail.

[Saxophone Solo] 🎷 (laid-back and smooth)

He’s the king of the moss, the poet of dew,

With a pocket of jazz and a shell tattoo.

And if you ask why he’s never frail,

He’ll say, “Time’s just a number to the Hourly Snail.”

Ohh, Hourly Snail, you’re takin' your time,

Groovin’ through life like a brushed drum line.

While the world speeds up, you just inhale—

Exhale... swing slow, Hourly Snail...

(Yeah, swing slow... Hourly Snail...)