WHERE DID THE ESCARGOT?

A bird, in England, was the darndest thing
I've seen -- it held a snail in its beak

And landed on a concrete slab,
As out of my window I took a peek.

To him, my back porch looked like an anvil,
He knew just how to use it, too.

I've never seen such an unexpected
Animal act outside of a zoo.

Incredible as it may seem, I watched
As time and again he gave it a whack

Until the snail had armor no more --
No longer had its house on its back.

I mused to myself, quite astonished
That the gastropod had succumbed.

The bird consumed its tasty snack
While I watched such intelligence stunned.

by D. Edgar Murray