Finish Line
oh, how the fast Fly taunts the Snail.
he flaunts his speed with
boastful wail.
he zips and zaps now low, now high.
gets trapped in spider's
web to die.
to each his time, to each his pace.
there really is no
rigid race.
you sprint your way and i crawl mine.
yeah, to each his own
finish line!
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