Mister Slug, chosen by Buddha
Not a go-getter but nor a coulda-woulda
Sweet like potato and plain like sugar
The path you choose will shine like a booger
Mister Slug, facing west
Better than the worst but worse than the best
Tough like steak and raw like eggs
With his new best friend Aloysius Jumpylegs
Mister Slug, back to the east
Less than the greatest but greater than the least
Mister Slug, left to the south
The wind at his tail and dirt in his mouth
Mithter Thlug, right to the north
Thlithering thlowly 'cauth he can't ride a horth