I heard a song may years ago at a folk-festival in canada. All I can remember now is the chorus:
"Nobody likes us cos we're slugs
No, they're not fond of us like they are of all the other bugs"
The song was about how slugs are ugly and nasty, but how, when the full moon rises they transform into beautiful fairy creatures and dance the night away, drinking strawberry margaritas (hold the salt).
Any takers on this one? It's been at least 15 probably 20 years since I heard it, so the fact that I can actually remember the chorus is not so bad, eh?