In a leafy, green meadow full of charm and grace, there lived a hare named Happy with a smile on his face.

One sunny day, on a bright and shiny morn, Happy saw a Lion who looked tired and worn.

Happy hopped over with a hop, hop, hop, and said, 'Mr. Lion, why don't we have a trot?'

The Lion yawned and stretched with a mighty ROAR, saying, 'A race? But I just love to snore!'

'Come on, Mr. Lion, it'll be so much fun! We can race to the end, and I'll show you how it's done!'

With a huff and a puff, the Lion got up slow. 'Alright, Happy Hare, let's give it a go!'

On your marks, get set, ready, and go! The Hare zoomed forth while the Lion started slow.

Happy zigged and zagged, feeling light as air. 'Catch me if you can!' he chirped with flair.

The Lion plodded on, no rush at all. 'The race isn’t over till the great curtain call.'

Happy took a break under a shady tree, Thinking, 'This race is won already, yippee!'

But slow and steady, plodding with ease, the Lion roared ahead through the gentle breeze.

Happy woke with a start, and to his surprise, the Lion had crossed the finish line with pride!