From the dark recesses of my husband's memory comes this tune. First verse as Pete wrote it. Then comes..

The world is such a cheerful place when viewed from upside down./ It makes a rise of every fall, a smile of every frown./ While eager beavers overhead rush through the undergrowth,/ I think of all the things I'd try if I were not a sloth.

O I could climb the very highest himalayas, Be among the greatest ever tennis players, Win at chess or marry a princess, Or study hard and be an eminent professor, I could be a millionaire, play the clarinet, travel everywhere, catch a crook or learn to cook, win a war then write a book about it, I could paint a Mona Lisa I could be another Caesar, Compose an oratorio that was sublime,....(you've got the rest above)

For ............ I sleep and dream and doze, ............suspended by my toes, .................butterfly or moth, watch the clouds beneath my feet how sweet to be a sloth.

The last verse we're having difficulty with but it's on a record at my inlaws and we're heading over there today. I'll fill in the rest when I get back if nobody else has yet done so.

Sophocleese.