The Slow Turtle race

In meadow green, with hills so high, A race was set beneath the sky. The Slow Turtle Race, about to start, A test of speed, and eager heart!

Timmy Turtle, shell so bright, And Harry Hare, with fur so white, Stood paw-to-claw, with nervous glee, Ready to run for all to see!

The whistle blew, a sudden sound, Hare leaped ahead, across the ground! A blur of fur, a flash so fast, Leaving Turtle in his dusty cast.

Timmy Turtle, slow and steady, Moved along, already sweaty! Each tiny step, a victory won, Beneath the warm and shining sun.

Harry Hare, so far ahead, Decided then to take a bed! Beneath a tree, he closed his eyes, "A little nap," he softly sighs.

He dreamt of carrots, big and sweet, While Turtle kept his moving feet. Slow and sure, he crept along, Humming a happy, little song.

Hare woke up with sudden fright, The finish line was in his sight! He zoomed ahead, a desperate dash, But something told him it was too rash.

For there he saw, a joyful sight, Timmy Turtle, in the light! He crossed the line, a winner true, "Slow and steady, brought me through!"