This poem was translated and presented in French at the Alliance Française in Port Elizabeth, who later published them on their international website.

My intension was for the viewer to replace the name “Sarah” with the name of their own significant and beloved tiny person…Soon the illustrations will include a male tiny person as well.

Ruthie & Sarah

Jupiter the Snail – le petite escargot!

Bring your scooter and we can go for a ride Up, down and round the garden, then pop inside, (peep peep) To avoid the heat… for something to eat. Dandelion leaves on toast, what a treat!

Jupiter the Snail – le petite escargot!

Jupiter the Snail – le petite escargot!

Jupiter the Snail – le petite escargot!

Jupiter the Snail – le petite escargot!

Jupiter is my name and I live near Mars
He’s my friend and he loves cars!
Two more friends are Sam and Sue –
But my best friend, Sarah, is YOU!

I would love to go with you to the beach
But I’m so slow it’s way out of reach.

Bring your scooter and we can go for a ride

Up, down and round the garden, then pop inside, (peep peep)
To avoid the heat… for something to eat.
Dandelion leaves on toast, what a treat!

Oh look over there it’s Sam and Sue, (deux amie)
Maybe we should invite them to join us too!

Sarah! Sarah! Are you listening to me? (ecoute moi!)
We have asked two people to tea… plus you and me.
Now where could my other friend Mars be?
How many cups should I set out… just shout it out!
Yes FIVE to be set on the tray –
We can all sit outside in the garden on this sunny day…
(dans le jardin…)

How many cups should I set out… just shout it out!
Yes FIVE to be set on the tray –
We can all sit outside in the garden on this sunny day…
(dans le jardin…)

Oh dear! If Mummy comes too then it will be SIX
What a fix! Not enough cups – glasses, they will have to do!
Daddy too?
That will make it SEVEN…or is that 8?
You will have to help me cal-cu-late!!
Phew! Now it’s all over what a shame,
AND they all asked if they could come again?

Sarah, I am glad you are my friend…
sighed Jupiter as he curled sleepily into his shell.
All’s well……………………………
the end………..till later? ……………..tout a l’heure!

~ Ruthie Poem