I know, it's truly sappy and corny, but true.
"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied,
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side,
The farther off from England the nearer is to France --
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance,
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?"