And he cunningly crept with such caution and care,
That she woke not, although he pass'd by her.
"Well now," thought the hare, when she open'd her eyes,
"For the race,—and I soon shall have done it;"
But who can describe her chagrin and surprise,
When she found that the tortoise had won it!
MORAL.
Thus plain plodding people, we often shall find,
Will leave hasty confident people behind.