I was talking to a friend of mine,
A Hoffmanns two-toed sloth.
And asked him how he managed,
To never show much wroth.
It's cos I keep my cool he said,
I never over heat.
Because of that I don't get cross,
And don't have sweaty feet.
I could do to be like that,
Says I, how is it done.
I'm nocturnal is what he said,
I rarely see the sun.
So in the cool of evening,
I'm not going to bed.
I'll sit a write a silly poem,
Like this one 'ere instead.