The stag was very proud of his swiftness,
 Of running ten miles in one breath,
 And the wild boar was proud to be fierce,
 And the sheep praised her woolly fleece,
 And the horse its beauty, and the buck was proud
 Of crossing the plain at a bound,
 And the one proud of strength was the bull,
 The ermine in having a furry skin;
 And to them all he said from his shell:
 'The snail will get to Easter just as soon.
 
 What I see first are lions, leopards, bears,
 Running the countryside, wolves and tigers
 Under pursuit by greyhound and mastiff
 And the shouts of men, so hated that if
 They're caught each person will attack,
 Because of the destruction of the flock;
 They're thieves, treacherous and wicked,
 And merciless, and for that detested.
 Are they strong and fast? Good at a run?
 The snail will get to Easter just as soon.
 Many see him and the path he's on,
 Enclosed in the shell he carries along,
 They don't do him harm, they let him be,
 And so he goes from week to week,
 As many go in their own poor realm
 Who live good lives in their simple gown,
 And if the world gives them little at all,
 They still go on with its good will.
 And cow and calf have the meadow's run,
 And the snail will get to Easter just as soon.
 
 Prince, among the strong, the rich, the great
 There's a lesson they rarely think about;
 Their haste can't bring the future on:
 The snail will get to Easter just as soon.