“Why are you in such a hurry?”
Said the tortoise to the hare,
“Don’t you know that plodding slowly
Makes the journey smooth to bear?
And if you stop and smell the roses
You will learn how sweet they are;
But rushing past in such a turmoil
Means you miss them all by far.
Slow down, slow down.”
“Oh”, said the hare, “don’t talk of roses,
You know of course they do not last?
We’ve a race to keep us busy -
An’ I shall get there twice as fast!
And when I win you must acknowledge
I’m the best at what I do -
I could run the course twice over,
Still I’d be more brisk than you!’
The hare skipped off quite confident,
“That tortoise has so much to learn!”
But in his haste he failed to notice
Signs that showed him where to turn.
Up and down the countryside
The hare ran on without delay
But all the while he ran in circles
For he had gone the longest way.
“Where’s this end?” he thought in secret,
“I’ve been running oh so fast.”
Finally ‘round one more corner,
“There’s the finish line at last.”
To his surprise a crowd had gathered
With the tortoise in first place.
“While you’ve been running round in circles
Tortoise plodding won the race!”
Slow down, s - l - o - w down,
s - - l - - o - - w down!
O' i really enjoyed this, held my interest from beginning to end...lovely, keep writing !! Always loved this little story but you have really brought it to life !!
