Slow-Mover 

Sloth, sloth, 

Why are you so slow 

As you hang from the trees? 

Sloth, sloth,

Why do you hide way up there, 

As high as the sky? 

Sloth, sloth, 

Who said you could wear acrylic nails 

As sharp as spears? 

Sloth, sloth, 

Why do you turn whenever I look, 

And slowly drift back off to sleep? 

Sloth, sloth, 

Why moan like the wind, 

Surely you’re happy as one snoozer can be? 

Sloth, sloth, 

Why is your fur as fluffy as a throw, 

You must be boiling in the beaming sun? 

Sloth, sloth, 

When did you tan 

So bad in the sun?