In the forest night when soft winds blow, The sloth and the fox begin to dance... so slow. No rush to move, they take their time, The sloth in the lead, keeping rhythm in rhyme. Slow, slow fox, with a sloth by her side, They glide across the floor, in a gentle stride. No need to hurry, no need to race, They’re dancing together, in a slow embrace. The fox, so swift, with a sloth so slow, They make a pair, moving to and fro. She taps her paws, he shifts with care, His steps are lazy, but they don’t compare. Slow, slow fox, with a sloth by her side, They glide across the floor, in a gentle stride. No need to hurry, no need to race, They’re dancing together, in a slow embrace. She twirls around, he shifts a bit, But when he moves, it’s like a hit. They twirl around, so slow and neat, The sloth just drifts, but stays on beat! Slow, slow fox, with a sloth by her side, They glide across the floor, in a gentle stride. No need to hurry, no need to race, They’re dancing together, in a slow embrace. A fox so quick, a sloth so slow, Together they make a dazzling show. Slow, slow fox, the night’s their stage, Dancing forever, no rush, no rage.
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