Go Slow, said Mrs Sloth

'Go slow,' said wise old Mrs Sloth.
'Don't speed through life,' she said.
'Go slowly,' whispered Mr Sloth -
'And spend more time in bed.'

'Go slowly midst the world's mad rush;
Don't hurry with the crowd -
And keep away from those who run,
And creatures that are loud.'

'Go slow,' warned both the two old sloths,
For 'slow' is more refined:
And those who live the slowest lives,
Live longer, so we find.'

But Sydney Sloth, their teenage son,
Did not heed their advice
And, speeding on a motorway,
Was killed, which wasn’t nice.

On Sydney's grave you'll find a stone,
Put there by those who know:
'Our Sydney would be with us still,
If only he'd gone slow.'

Mum and Dad Sloth

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