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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 DeanOf hustle.
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