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 eat
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 bu*terfly or moth
And think of all the things I'd try
If I were not a Sloth
I could climb the very highest Himalayas
Be among the greatest ever tennis players
Win at chess or marry a Princess or
Study hard and be an eminent 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