starter's pistol went - the race was on!
took off and soon was out of sight,
Tortoise looked around but he was gone,
plodding: left foot after right.
Way down the
track the Hare was off the map,
so far in
front it really was a shame,
had time to take a nap
to rest, and slowly, Tortoise came.
A long while
later, plodding past his foe,
had the trophy in the bag,
slept on, the Tortoise hurried - slow,
last he reached the checkered flag.
So, even if
your rival is a joke,
him catch you napping - Go for Broke!