Reptilian Romance (Part Two)

Her mates were learning how to crawl. It really sent them up the wall, Sad Anaconda wails For rearing once upon their tails They reached the tops of trees so tall... It pricked her conscience to the quick, For just before her dirty trick On Eve had led to this. No wonder snakes go 'hiss' At passing legs that march so slick! But God had ruled in his still small voice But rather louder, tinged with malice, That snakes must slide on ribs While making for their local pubs. No fault of theirs but they had no choice. For human kind it's not so bad.. Crawling back they're awful glad To reach their home at all Or at a lamp-post stall, Their random songs both bright or sad.