The Tale of the Late Snail

As I wandered down the lane, I met a snail, quite slow and vain, "I'm late!" it cried, with a mournful strain, "I missed my train, I missed my train!" The sun in the sky did brightly shine, But the snail was held back by its own design, Its sluggish pace, a hindrance so divine, That it couldn't even catch up to the swine. Oh, how I laughed at that snail so proud, Its pointless worries, so silly and loud, But then I thought, with a voice so endowed, "Slow and steady wins the race," I avowed. So let the snail crawl at its own pace, For in the end, it will win the race, And though it may seem like a hopeless case, Its journey is worth not one ounce of disgrace.