THE DEAD SNAKE
     by Hilma (Volcano) Volk

This tale ain't much to shake the earth
But I swear to gawd its true.
It shows what a heap of teamwork
And a pile of persistence will do.

Outside the barn door one day,
On a patch of year old straw,
Lay this snake (Oh it were plenty dead)
A horse had smashed its craw.

It were good size for a garter snake,
Maybe three feet long or so.
But I just left it there to rot.
No one save me would come and go.

About four days later, I suppose,
I went out to fetch a rake.
I jumped four feet when I saw it move,
What I knowed was a dead snake.

I stopped and looked, it moved again.
Fact it was goin' backward,
Tail first down into a hole,
This dead snake in my backyard.

I gaped and took a closer look
And saw ants by the score
A hoistin' and a heavin',
Knucklin' to this mighty chore.

Bit by relentless bit,
Several inches every day,
The snake was pulled into the ground
From the straw on which he lay.

Until nothing but the head stuck out -
And soon that was gone too.
Together they done the impossible.
Jest remember, so can you.

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