Sloth - Poem by Ima Ryma
I am called sloth cuz I am slow,
Compared to humans hurried pace.
But what's the hurry - doncha know!
Life's too short to be in a race.
A Cecropia in Brazil
Is the one tree that I call home.
Food, sleep and sex - I get my fill,
A one stop soul - no need to roam.
I am three toed and throated brown,
And like to hang out in my tree.
See my world from the upside down.
Go to ground when I have to pee.
Why go to ground the question tiz?
I make less noise doing my biz.
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