In moving-slow he has no Peer.
He thinks about it for a Year;And, then, before he says a WordThere, upside down (unlike a Bird),He will assume that you have Heard-A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug.But should you call his manner Smug,He’ll sigh and give his Branch a Hug;Then off again to Sleep he goes,Still swaying gently by his Toes,And you just know he…