The Sloth is Happy
How happy is the sloth:
There is not a soul so idle.
To see him casually hang from branch
You’d think him suicidal.
How peaceful is the sloth,
His manner so content.
One tree remains his lifelong home;
For which he pays no rent.
How joyous is the sloth,
For he doesn’t have a job.
Within one tree he sleeps and eats;
The social life he snob.
The sloth remains my friend and pal,
A delightful, harmless mammal.
He has no need for a turtle’s shell,
Or the long legs of a camel.
Forever walking upside down
My sloth, you look exquisite.
If of your tree you ever tire,
I hope you’ll come and visit.