Snurtle

If you should pass a Snurtle by
And ask him where he's going
I'll bet you that he will reply
There is no way of knowing

Because he crawls so awfully slow
His trips take so much time
On whether he should stay or go
He can't make up his mind

He might come to a forking road
And choose the left or right
But by the time he makes his turn
The day has turned to night.

It doesn't matter to a Snurtle
If he goes or not.
Because his home is on his back
He's fine at any spot.

So when you pass a Snurtle
He might ask you what's the hurry?
If you have what you need inside
Then you should never worry.