The tortoise won and passed the hare
Who loudly did complain
"You did not beat me fair and square
Come, let us race again."
"If that is what you want to do"
The tortoise said, "I will."
"Let's see who's the first one to
The peak of yonder hill."
"The animals all came out to see
And shouted: "Ready? Go!"
They sent ahead as referee
An old and trusted crow.
The hare rushed forward to the lead
This time he'll win the race!
The tortoise could not match his speed
But kept its plodding pace.
Past rocks, past plants, in swift advance
The hare went hop, hop, hop
So sure the tortoise had no chance...
But oh! He had to stop.
For right across his path he saw
A stream both deep and wide;
The summit where he meant to go
Was on the other side.
No bridge was anywhere in sight
No ford where he could cross
He searched his left, he searched his right
And still was at a loss.
And there he stood as hours passed
His speed of no avail
Until the tortoise came at last
Still plodding down the trail.
"Hello, hello, my nimble friend
I wonder why you stopped.
For I go on, up to the end--"
And in the stream he plopped.
The tortoise swam across the creek
And then his plod resumed
He slowly climbed the distant peak...
The hare just cursed and fumed.
All you young rabbits, rash and strong:
Avoid a foolish race!
Old tortoise still can prove you wrong
And put you in your place.
Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern
Mail to Dr.Stern: david("at" symbol)phy6.org .
Last updated 15 May 2002