Good evening Turtle Girl,
what a surprise,
what a surprise,
you and me face to face on the lawn.
Last I spied you in the creek,
that boy turtle made your knees weak as
he caressed you with all his ten claws.
When you touched him right back,
more than once, I did wage,
before you sunk down in the mud . . .
. . . now it is June, here you are, may I ask;
are you looking to lay down your eggs?
Here, near the creek, in the overgrown beds
Last I spied you in the creek,
that boy turtle made your knees weak as
he caressed you with all his ten claws.
When you touched him right back,
more than once, I did wage,
before you sunk down in the mud . . .
. . . now it is June, here you are, may I ask;
are you looking to lay down your eggs?
Here, near the creek, in the overgrown beds
your clutch can birth without harm.
You could build a nursery under the stairs,
a place to lay down your pearls;
it's the coolest shade that we have in the yard, tho
you know, in this heat you'll hatch girls.
We'll pledge you a gate
safe from herons and crows
though you'll have to watch out for the snake.You could build a nursery under the stairs,
a place to lay down your pearls;
it's the coolest shade that we have in the yard, tho
you know, in this heat you'll hatch girls.
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