Turtle soup sounds nice
But the turtle he does strike fear
And often strikes twice
We slowly hesitantly come close
To what our anxiety brings
And God's designer's sings
As a beautiful creation
From hell's other outer beings
And we take a closer look
And your legs start shaking
Little do the birds that are singing
Know to our gentle vision
That we are seeing
The danger that's in store for us
And I take a poke
On it's rough and ancient shell
And to my surprise
This reptilian beast
Did make an unfriendly gesture
And did startle
This gentle picture
of an early evening venture
To think that this beast
Could strike terror and fear
Goes beyond all reason
For I'm a man
Well accustomed to the seasons
We turned to one another
And had something to laugh about
How this lowly tortise
Made us scream and shout
The turtle is gone now
He went back into the woods
Back to the place
From whence he's from
Back to the place
Where he most definatly belongs...
