Turtle Gumbo
When you’re done packing, then you can begin snacking.
Turtle soup is never lacking, to leave your lips smacking.
Gathering turtles is a game, without any kind of shame.
No one will ever even blame, tastes like chicken the same.
Make a trip into the loop, then chase slowly from the coup.
Then cook me up, turtle soup, sharing consommé in a group.
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