Friday, 24 April 2015


The sloth, the sloth he is so slow,
He takes an hour to move a toe
So nobody can ever know,
Which way it is he wants to go.

The sloth, the sloth such pretty eyes,
He's like a tree that's in disguise,
As still as still, just where he lies,
Eating leaves and watching flies.

The sloth, the sloth that pretty face
He moves with elegance and grace
He does not want to win the race
And keeps the very slowest pace

The sloth, the sloth is teaching me,
That rushing round is not the key
So just slow down and simply be
Like smiley sloth up in his tree.

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