The Sloth

I nearly saw a three-toed slothI really hoped to see oneBut as I crept up on the beastHe sped off like a demon How did this lazy fellow do it?My legs were gelled, encased in suetInsensate speed was needed nowThat wily sloth could sprint, and how!I called upon my last reservesTo stay with him through streams and curvesHe would not give this race a restJust like those hounds of BudapestHis limbs a blur, his eyes agleamHis ears pressed back, his goggles seemTo mask his real intent, his dreamTo master speed and be the Dean Of hustle.