I nearly saw a three-toed sloth I really hoped to see one But as I crept up on the beast He sped off like a demon
How did this lazy fellow do it? My legs were gelled, encased in suet Insensate speed was needed now That wily sloth could sprint, and how!
I called upon my last reserves To stay with him through streams and curves He would not give this race a rest Just like those hounds of Budapest
His limbs a blur, his eyes agleam His ears pressed back, his goggles seem To mask his real intent, his dream To master speed and be the Dean of hustle.
About the Author
Michael Lederman is a physician scientist in Cleveland, Ohio. His granddaughter loves sloths. Dr.
Kuritzkes is a physician scientist in Boston, Massachusetts. He hopes his granddaughter will grow
to appreciate sloths.
Submitted May 24, 2019 | Accepted August 20, 2019 | Published September 5, 2019