The Turtle And The Hare
I heard of a turtle who accepted a dare
To run a mile race with a mad-cap hare,
With never a glance at the world about
He plodded along on his chosen route.
While the hare watched cloud ships sail the blue,
Admired a spider's web diamond with dew,
Played with wee bunnies, teased a fat toad,
Then kicked up his heels and danced in the road
Played tag with the wind, smelled a wild rose
And found at the goal post he'd lost by a nose.
With his eye on the goal, at his own steady pace.
Had plodded that turtle to win the race.
But I wonder anew, as the race was done,
Which of those two had really won?