He bats around a luna moth,
He counts up all his toes,
He wears the smiles of the sloth
That everybody knows.
He races to the tallest limb-
.16 miles per hour
(The fastest ever time for him),
And looks down from his tower
In the rain forests above Brazil
To watch the world below.
If he could speak, the sloth would shout
From all the treetops . . . WHOA!
World Rat Day : Poems About Real Holidays You've Never Heard Of
by J Patrick Lewis, illustrated by Anna Raff