You call me fast, but you'd do better slow; Or deeper yet, should you go. Slow and steady wins this race; To last place, my embrace.

Every time I'm told the Earth doesn't revolve around me, I shoot a burning look at thee.

The world’s largest rodent is I, in South America I live and die.

A gleaming shard, thin as a quiver, Barely a whisper, yet it can deliver. From moonlit shards to the sunlight's dance, In its slight form, nature takes a chance.

They say I’m shady, that’s not wrong, I’ve held my ground my whole life long. I’ll leave again, but never go, Ask my rings, they’ll let you know.