'Little Turtle' Poem by Linda Winchell

Hey little turtle with your legs so short,
Are you trying to cross the road, it's an obstacle course?

Your necks too long, your bodies too wide,
What's that thing on your back,
Does it protect your insides?

Wouldn't you rather have hair, legs and feet?
Your head is like a pencil, and you haven't any teeth!

Your not a chicken, so why then lay eggs?
Wouln't you like a pair of hands to clap,
Or a nice long set of legs?

Now, get yourself across the road,
Before someone comes driving by.
I'd hate to see your cute lttle self,
Flattened turtle road pie!

Bye, bye my little turtle friend,
I do hope we meet again.
Then maybe we could go fishing,
At the lake around the bend?