FOUR and twenty tailors Went to kill a snail, The best man amongst them Durst not touch her tail; She put out her horns Like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, Or she'll kill you all e'en now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE TO MRS. ANN FLAXMAN by WILLIAM BLAKE TO AN ASTRONOMER by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE HUNTER'S VISION by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |