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He says that he is going to take my turtle away
No longer can I hold it and spend time at play

The beauty of the dark turtle shell with the feel
The feel of a rock that has been washed by water 'til

It is smooth to the touch delicate soft sleek
But no_ no scent of that famous plant leek

No my turtle is special for he was designed for me
To entertain me in my lonely afternoons that be

He says that he is going to take it and make soup
How can he even think that thought impossible_doupe

How can I stop him from doing that what can I do
Hide that is what I will do __come out and boo

While I'm in hiding I will unwrap the wrapper
Quietly and enjoy the turtle that lusious trapper

That sugar free Turtle in the famous package
The red and brown wax coated that makes rackage

That will stop him_ no Turtle soup
Nope! Just joy for me he's douped

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