Slithering

I slither through the grass
And feel the sun upon my skin;
I come upon a smooth, cool creek
And slither right on in. 

I swim along the surface 
With the current I do ride;
Then I slither up a rock;
Laying on the other side. 

I dry off in the sun 
And then slither up a tree;
I hang down from a branch
And I swing there happily.

I begin to fall asleep 
And am just starting to dream;
Then I fall out of the tree
As a child begins to scream.  

So I slither on the ground
Just as fast as I can go
And I make it to my den
Where this snake can now lie low.