Sloth

A Bradypus or Sloth am I

I live a life of ease

Contented not to do or die

But idle as I please

I have three toes on either foot

Or half a doz on both

With leaves and fruits and shoots to east

How sweet to be a Sloth

The world is such a cheerful

Place when viewed from upside-down

It makes a rise of every fall

A smile of every frown

I watch the fleeting flutter

By of butterfly or moth

And think of all the things

I'd try if I were not a Sloth

I could climb the very highest Hymalayas

Be among the greatest tennis players

Win at chess or marry a Princess or

Study hard and be an eminant professor

I could be a millionaire play the clarinet

Travel everywhere

Learn to cook catch a crook

Win a war then write a book about it

I could paint a Mona Lisa

I could be another Caesar

Compose an oratorio that was sublime

The door's not shut on my genius

But I just don't have the time

For days and days among the trees

I sleep and dream and doze

Just gently swaying in the breeze

Suspended by my toes

While eager beavers overhead rush

Through the undergrowth

I watch the clouds beneath my feet;

How sweet to be a Sloth

I could paint a Mona Lisa

I could be another Caesar

Compose an oratorio that was sublime

The door's not shut on my genius

But I just don't have the time

But I just don't have the time

No he just don't have the time