Mr. Turtle
How nice that you aren’t now
Good of you to be a cow
Alone along a line of little leaves
Fluffy children floating in the breeze
Tiptoe through her lips and slip
Upon a peel beneath the trees
Arrange a greater fantasy to find
Silent children hanging from their minds
(Chorus)
Call me cold and grey
Here’s what you will say
To keep me smiling
And alive in the hay
Mr. Turtle wake up and scream
You’re being evicted in a shallow stream
Here I come to smash your little home
Into a stone
Poor Mr. Turtle has no home
Wanders through the hemlock all alone
What can he do?
With body blue and broken spine
Legs drag limp along the ground behind
(Chorus)
Good of you to be a cow
Alone along a line of little leaves
Fluffy children floating in the breeze
Tiptoe through her lips and slip
Upon a peel beneath the trees
Arrange a greater fantasy to find
Silent children hanging from their minds
(Chorus)
Call me cold and grey
Here’s what you will say
To keep me smiling
And alive in the hay
Mr. Turtle wake up and scream
You’re being evicted in a shallow stream
Here I come to smash your little home
Into a stone
Poor Mr. Turtle has no home
Wanders through the hemlock all alone
What can he do?
With body blue and broken spine
Legs drag limp along the ground behind
(Chorus)