Ode To A Snake
Though you slithered instead of walked,
You never butted, stole grain or mocked.
Your eyes were beady and cold as stone,
But you always left the Peanuts alone.
You had no horns, no beard and such.
And though so odd, we learned so much.
Though someone’s different and not like me,
And if the outside’s all you see,
You just may miss the gold they hide.
Don’t judge the shell – see what’s inside.