Speed

Think, man of flesh, and be not proud

That you can fly so fast:

The little Worm can creep, creep, creep,

And catch you up at last-

Catch up with you at last.

Though you out fly the swiftest bird,

And laugh as you go past,

Think how the worm comes, creep, creep, creep

To catch you up at last-

Catch up with you at last.