Published by
Kjos Music Publishing, Catalog # 6335
SA/simple percussion/piano
Secular text in English by Felix Aspersa
Difficulty rating (1-5): 2
I
found this text tucked under a rock in our side garden. The
garden gnome seemed to be winking at me as I brushed off the
dirt and leaves and unfolded the paper, all damp and slightly
slimy. Who could have written such a wacky parody of Tennyson’s
famous The Charge of the Light Brigade? We’ll never know,
as the poet apparently wanted to throw us off the (slimy) trail
by using what looks to be a nom de plume (nom de slime?).
As I sleuthed this all out, Felix Aspersa seems awfully similar
to the Latin name for the common brown garden snail Helix
Aspersa. After doing all sorts of research, I can assure you
that I now know more about garden snails than just about
anybody, so please form a line to the right if you want any
questions answered.
When I went to set this text, I was all primed to write an up
tempo battle scene, complete with trumpet sounds in the piano
part heralding the call to battle. When I finished the piece (or
thought I had finished it), Erin Watson at Kjos Music suggested
it would be far funnier to intro the piece in the piano as I had
written it, but then have the snails “charge” in ferociously at
barely half tempo. This also set up some other avenues to
explore to gain more comedic effect.
Complete perusal score available upon request.
From a Choir
Member:
Dear Paul Carey,
I really injoy your song I think it is very funny and exciting and
strong song. I am a 5th grader in the chorus and injoy singing
your song snail brigade. Also I have never thought about how hard
it is for snails to get food. The next time I see a snail I will
try to let it get some food! :] I am not sure if we are doing any
other of your songs but I will check.
a fifth grader from Mrs.Schmeters
chorus,
Julia D.
TEXT
Half a leaf half a leaf
Half a leaf onward
Into the garden crawled the six hundred,
Half a leaf half a leaf
Half a leaf onward
Into the garden slid the six hundred;
"Forward, the Snail Brigade, Charge for the
greens" he said.
Chewing the cabbage heads
Crawled the six hundred, slid the six
hundred.
Blue jays to right of them,
Robins to left of them,
Thrushes in front of them bashing shells
asunder;
Gardeners to right of them,
Gardeners to left of them,
Gardeners in front of them,
Someone had blundered,
Salt shakers thundered!
Though they're slow escargot, through the
escarole
Crawled what was left of, left of six
hundred.
Crisscrossing sage and thyme leaving trails
of slime
Slid what was left of, left of six hundred.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to chew and die;
Honour the Snail Brigade, Noble six hundred.