Nice Try, Aesop
The race is not to the swift,
Nor the fight to the strong –
Though underdogs lose nine in ten,
And the weak last half as long.
The race is won by the winner,
And the winner is usually fast –
The Hare can snooze for the afternoon,
But the Tortoise still comes last.
The point is not to the smug,
Nor the sting to the sharp –
And morals will lose us nine in ten
Whenever the pious harp.
The ears are won by the joker,
Who flatters more than he smarts –
The North Wind can bluster all he likes,
But the Sun will warm our hearts.
