Master Snail,
Come dance with me!

If you feel
You can’t agree,
Then I’ll leave you
Here to be
Crunched in your thin,
Thin laquer box
Under the hooves
And hairy locks
Of the horse’s child
And the baby ox.

But if, obligingly,
You say
Yes, you’ll come
And dance today,
Then I’ll take you
Far away
Where, in a garden,
I and you
Shall play as all
Good comrades do
Whatever games
You want me to.