Ladi-da
I wish to be a sloth
they carry along.
Swinging branch to branch
Seeming in a trance
Grab a leaf,
eat . It’s sweet.
breathe and see, there’s nothing wrong to me!
I live slowly , fast is not in my vocabulary!
Ladi-da, swing and climb and lay,
just fine, I say.
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