The Tortoise and the Hare Poem

In a sunny meadow, not too far away,

Lived a speedy hare and a tortoise, they say.

The hare was so fast, oh, he loved to zoom,

While the tortoise was slow, in no hurry to resume.

 

One day, they had a race, a great big spree,

The hare, so confident, as speedy as can be.

He dashed and he darted, oh, so fleet,

While the tortoise plodded with slow, steady feet.

 

The hare took a lead, with a boastful cheer,

“Slowpoke!” he laughed, as the end drew near.

But the tortoise kept on, with a steady stride,

Not bothered at all by the hare’s foolish pride.

 

The hare got tired, took a nap in the sun,

Sure that the tortoise could never have won.

But the tortoise crawled by, step by step he’d come,

Through the heat of the day, until the race was done.

 

When the hare awoke, he was in for a surprise,

The tortoise at the finish, to his utmost demise.

Slow and steady had won, the lesson was plain,

In the story of the tortoise and the hare, the tortoise did gain.

 

So, remember, my dear, though fast and swift you may be,

Sometimes slow and steady’s the best strategy.

In the race of life, with its twists and its turns,

It’s not just speed that matters; there’s much more to learn.