just a fable

I. The Hare 

The hare can bound and sprint and leap, 

Without much effort, rewards will reap. 

The hare can brag and flaunt and rule, 

While the creatures listen, fed up with this fool. 

The hare was born with an advantage, a head start,

Waiting patiently, knowing exactly how to play their part.

II. The Tortoise 

We trot along at a slow, steady pace,

We’ll finish eventually, no need to race.

But the end keeps getting farther and farther away,

And we move along at the same speed every day.

As the racer and finish get further apart,

Suddenly we find ourselves back at the start.

III. The Race 

The tortoise raced the hare one sunny afternoon,

What a ridiculous notion, that creature’s a buffoon.

But the tortoise triumphed, was the victor, so to speak,

And the hare was left in the dust, disregarded as weak.

But how can we know the story is as true as we say,

What if the hare really did win that day?