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<h2> THE PERSEVERING TORTOISE AND THE PRETENTIOUS HARE</h2>     Once a turtle, finding plenty     In seclusion to bewitch,   Lived a dolce far niente     Kind of life within a ditch;   Rivers had no charm for him,     As he told his wife and daughter,   "Though my friends are in the swim,     Mud is thicker far than water."   One fine day, as was his habit,     He was dozing in the sun,   When a young and flippant rabbit     Happened by the ditch to run:   "Come and race me," he exclaimed,     "Fat inhabitant of puddles.   Sluggard! You should be ashamed.     Such a life the brain befuddles."   This, of course, was banter merely,     But it stirred the torpid blood   Of the turtle, and severely     Forth he issued from the mud.   "Done!" he cried. The race began,     But the hare resumed his banter,   Seeing how his rival ran     In a most unlovely canter.   Shouting, "Terrapin, you're bested!     You'd be wiser, dear old chap,   If you sat you down and rested     When you reach the second lap."   Quoth the turtle, "I refuse.     As for you, with all your talking,   Sit on any lap you choose.     I shall simply go on walking."   Now this sporting proposition     Was, upon its face, absurd;   Yet the hare, with expedition,     Took the tortoise at his word,   Ran until the final lap,     Then, supposing he'd outclassed him,   Laid him down and took a nap     And the patient turtle passed him!   Plodding on, he shortly made the     Line that marked the victor's goal;   Paused, and found he'd won, and laid the     Flattering unction to his soul.   Then in fashion grandiose,     Like an after-dinner speaker,   Touched his flipper to his nose,     And remarked, "Ahem! Eureka!"   And THE MORAL (lest you miss one)     Is: There's often time to spare,   And that races are (like this one)     Won not always by a hair. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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