Sometimes I feel like a turtle
Trying to cross the road.
There are lots of hazards,
And I'm moving slow.
Sometimes I wish
Somebody from the turtle club
Would come along and swoop me up,
And get me safely to the other side.
But the way I'm moving,
And the way I look,
They probably couldn't tell
Which way I'm going.
They might pick me up
And put me right back where I started,
And that would not be good.
Then I'd probably pee on 'em,
And they'd drop me on the hard concrete,
Call me "Unthankful,"
And be on their merry way.
But maybe if I could get myself lined out
I wouldn't have to worry about any of that,
And it would be safe to wish again.
-jenn long
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