No Fly Guy Poem by Ima Ryma

A baby turtle climbed a tree,
Flapped his little flippers real fast,
And from a branch went leapingly,
A wee airborne enthusiast.
But down he fell with a soft plop
Into the thick grasses below.
Back he went up to the tree top.
Flippers flapping - down he would go.
Two crows watched the turtle babe try
Again and again to succeed.
But no way was he gonna fly,
Momma and Poppa crow agreed,

'Maybe we should give him the word.'
'He's adopted and not a bird.'