Turtle Race

Let us all go to the turtle race. It is in such a quiet, serene little place No one says go, and no one says stop The turtles just run when the sun gets hot. The starting line is an old dead log, Poking out of the water, in a cozy cove. The finish line is the water's edge By an old oak tree and a cypress hedge. So hop in the boat and we'll take a ride. It's just across the lake on the other side Where the redbird sings and the eagle glides. And all nature looks grand through happy eyes. The sun will be bright and feel so warm Just watch the clouds as they float by We can take the day and be lazy ones And soak in sun rays while the turtles run.