Winner
The turtle, Sheldon, hides inside his shell
He thinks of war, he thinks of hell
He knows not why so many die
He only knows he can only cry
Sheldon wants so much more than this slow pace
He wants to win a fair and fast race
He challenges the Hare and all the forest laughs
He feels the hurt but stays on his paths
One leather weathered leg at a time
His best foot forward, no care for the chime
His determination passes the Hare's sleep
Waiting him at the finish line is his best friend, the sheep
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