A simple tortoise
To move its hands in free air
Dozy at me always
Simple it does look
With a green coat on its back
And a swinging neck
Always nodding head
A mesmerizing pair of eyes
A short sway-sway tail
A small gift sometimes
Rise above all feelings of joy
Dancing clay tortoise
Of all it has have
The cutest is the small tail
Dance in own sweet glory
Every morning it feels
My heart with an immense joy
With swinging little tail
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